Green lunch

On the path to health,
I push my will to the green department
and decorate my fork with leafy plants.
Unaddictive yet original,
it anchors my roots to the ground
and liberates my artificial worries.

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Business way

What if the give values
To your prolonged words
And keeps mine hiding?
The sense of knowledge
And the desire of integration
Control my behaviour
That becomes unnatural.
Unnatural is the way,
It is the business way.

Work control

Even on this tortuous mountain
In this dry day off July,
I feel you watching me
With Your magnifying lens.
Your rules are met
And my sweat will drop to the floor
At any minute.
Your lens makes you feel powerful,
Yet it burns me in my place in the sun.

Instant relaxation

Waiting and thinking
For The moment when the weight is lift.
Years and thoughts full of dust
Leave me.
What took hours, days and months
Can be released in a blink
To the surprise of an old woman
Who thought had seen everything.