Soft feeling

Close to my body,

Your little young breath paces my life

now.

Baby with innocent face

And voice of thunder,

Your sweetness spices my life

Up.

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Christmas saldo

Stepping in the icy air,

This Christmas hours my face

And wakes the memories

Of a whole year

Up.

A mosaic of feelings

and events to drop in silence

Lay behind the steps made

for the future.

Fries ode

Tent and steaming,
Golden like the sun,
Fries condense joy of life and child-like behaviours.
Fingers are sticky,
oily stains on my dress,
And a bunch of fries
Like wedding bouquet
in my hands.

Pigeon ideas

I define my meaning
Picturing those pointy questions
And surrounding myself
With carrots and clear waters
Where baby ideas are born.
The passion of birth
Is a bright light I feed
Like a little girl moves her little hand
To the pigeons.

Green Energy

On a lonely walk in the hills
I go picking scenes of naïve nature
And take them home
In my arms.
The power of the green
Cleans and restored
The energy we are born with.

Inner shouting

The difficulty of looking inside
Is unimaginable
Yet necessary and necessary of training.
My inner voice head to shout
For me to listen
And no volume switch is in sight.
My ear is gentle and too respectful
Of those voices outside
That talk loud over that whisper.

11 May, 2017 21:56

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