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.
Waiting and thinking
For The moment when the weight is lift.
Years and thoughts full of dust
What took hours, days and months
Can be released in a blink
To the surprise of an old woman
Who thought had seen everything.
A new motto is born
Out of focus and relaxation.
“Fast and precise
Between coffee breaks”
To feed the science
And the creativity
enjoying academic freedom.
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.