Everyday leads me on a treasure hunt
With hints hidden below a coffee cup
And inside an orange.
I zigzag absent-minded while other proceed
Bloody on their metallic rigid tracks.
Resting at last, with my constellation
of secret places And my hands full
Renaissance of the heart and the spirit
And twists this monochrome day
Of typing and visualizing.
Colleagues and their enthusiasm
anchor me to the ground
And to the needs of reality
While a coffee restore the peace
and priorities for joy.
Smoke your cigarette Very slow
And turn into smoke the dark side of this day.
Puff puff those words of arrogance
And the exclamations of envy
Away from your ears.
Cigarettes and coffees save the world
Always looking forward and nothing is enough
is the trap that takes the flavour away
from your pizza and the chat with your colleague.
A slow typing day, a smooth never-ending coffee,
and a thorough look out the window
gives the time to breath
and find a new horizon.
Dubious on the outcome of the day,
I turn to my cup for reassurance
Natural deep liquid of magic properties,
reveal me my future
or only the next step
not to stumble or turn in circle
but to move forward
impatient as you make me.
Passionate yet careful
I guard myself through the day
To find the juicy tasks
In the shadow
Among the senseless
That shine so bright.
Wide roads and bright field
with little effort
Appear as in soapbubbles
When the future I imagine
In those instants of boredom and waste
That being the sparkle to my today.
Lazy body and crowded mind
Make my person a dichotomy
With zeds from my feet
And sparks from my hair.
Silence and mental traveling
Stir my energy like a cocktail
And equilibrium is found
I listen to the marvelous details of politics and cars
While I warm up with a coffee
Sitting and listening.
Day after day this is the taste of my coffee
That would be sweeter
If handcrafts and holidays were the topic.
On Monday, you start slow
you sit at your desk and think
where to put your time
and your attention
not to lose the smile of the weekend.
Boiling and l laughing inside
I wait hopeful for the special person
That delivers results and analyses
And sip from this cup
Of bitterness and time management.
Task after task
The boredom sets in,
The brain struggles
And the mind goes on strike.
The headache jumps up as an indicator of personal inutility
And a push to identify our passions
And our true colours.
Giant and buffing the monster has me
Again at the door of the achievement.
His presence fills my room
And lays imperfections on my slides
Of no importance
While others breath freedom.
Tapping on the floor
I pace the value of my time
And train my patience.
External observers can judge my work
And evaluate my knowledge
Like a rough diamond under the lens
But no eye can know it all.
Internally distracted by an espresso
I live intensity and frustration
In the same instant.
The high tide of energy will pass
Leaving a human and restless
Managing of time and ambition.
Chin up and looking far
I direct my slow first step.
Shaky for fear but confident and hopeful
And the situation has already changed.
Don’t think, just move.
Warmed up and restored
My work is paced by steamy cups
That Embellish intervals of expectation
For the next step.
Everybody laughs and dies a bit inside
Thanks to your loud senseless sexist humor.
Many makes can stupidity have
Yours is comedy,
The lowest one
With no imagination or word game.
An airy circle will form
Amber I will watch it.
Hypnotized by the changing lights
I forget this is a meeting
And dream of northern lights
And traveling north
to the land where I am asexual
And my words build my credibility.
The blank manuscript on front of me
Initiate my travel to the zone
Of connections with no turns
And statistical facts with hidden fascinations.
In a line they arrange,
And the tale of this manuscript
To project quantitative results
In the light of passion
And scientific curiosity.
Go far and you will find
Your question mark
Adrenaline and fear will rush
While your steps will start
To be longer and longer
For a closer and closer
Destination of clarity.
Words come out and silence enters
liberating the energy and welcoming the confidence.
Public speaking is a walk
in the land of thorns and poppy seeds.
Your journey begins, the andrenalin fuels you
warm hands reassure you.
The decision is taken
And the result is bound
To the conditions, solutions, and timing.
Forecasting the future
Looking at the past failures and sneaking possibilities
Is the talent of the good ones.
I see yellow, you say green
shedding doubts over reason and logic.
Trust yourself and look straigth,
you will not fool yourself again
by wasting time for unrealistic hypothesis
that undermine you
and your mind.
Wave on wave
The disruption comes
In seconds or instants
Under my eyes.
Control over it is just fool
And no time is left
The few milliliters that make a difference
Make me realize of the importance
of moments and gestures.
Richness and purpose
Can hide in the drops
You don’t consider.
At My desk I protect myself
With a broad screen and massive keyboard
But crazy ideas and hurry penetrate
Just to make me enjoy my coffee more.