I run high on these numbers,
They tell what will come
and how the business has been.
I trust them and they give me a reliable picture.
No room for fun or surprise
In the land of data.
The day the rain fell heavily
Walking in the rain I miss my coat,
the white and unbreakable cocoon from the outside
keeps me warm and confident on the inside.
Long sleeves to let the stress and bad outcomes
pour down.
Grass
In the hard times
Of pressing numeric desires and ignorant opinions,
I find myself dreaming grass.
Extended and surrounding grass
Breaths with me
And cuddle my thin roots
While i gather the energy
for the next tiny personal jump.
Experimental hug
The big Windows let the sun in
And give perspective to my efforts
In the lab.
What seems massive and crucial,
Might be tomorrow forgotten.
Knee deep in my days,
I find comfort in a perfect plan
And lots of clean glassware.
Surface temptation
I pull myself away
When i am attracted to the surface
Of event interpretation.
The visible tells a simplified picture
My mind and heart want to believe.
Investigative analysis and questioning
Come from my science core
That deep inside
January drives me to the unheard truth.
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.
Spaghetti drug
Spaghetti at the end of the adventure
In the evening of a Friday
With a bitter taste.
Sneaky but friendly
The pasta wraps me and my doubts
While the future holds a secret.
Gorge cold
Invisible and hard,
The cold of this gorge reaches me
And swipes away
the comfort of this Sunday.
Nature touches me
and like a stream Refills my hands.
Rain reason
I am grounded by the drops
Of this rain with no reason
And purpose.
It is regular, yet unexpected and comfortable
Like a familiar face
that left long time ago
And is now back to wake you up.
Easy slipper
In my mind, I wear slippers
all day long
while cruising the factory
and criticizing the dynamics of the office.
Slippers with fluff, slippers offering total protection
from those envious eyes and those inner critics
that only a warm tight hug can silence.
Game changer
The inert sofa stands alone
In the sunny room
Waiting for me and my cup.
I am hugged by the grey fabric
while I surf
Those days and opinions
That left without leaving a message
But a deep mark.
Change league
I sweat alone
While my feet are tapping
And yearn to join the game.
The game is familiar
But I have played it for too long.
Rules are tights jackets
And the ball a long known relative.
Sleepy me
Sleepy me,
Travelling through the rain
And wishing a quiet meaningful future.
Yawning nonstop
As a self cuddle available everywhere,
Even on the train.
Comfort food
It’s the end of the day
And I look for comfort
In places and for.
Bright happy frozen peas
And shiny oranges
Summarize the life I dream.
Comfort food and its smell
Transform my reality
Offer a free travel to the lands of abundance.
Sofa decisions
The safety of the blanket
Reassures me in the day
Of difficult decisions.
Warm and silent
It leaves space to my decisions
And always agrees.
It also pushes me away
With its uncomfortable heart
When the time has come
To turn decisions into action.
