Train catcher

Rushing to the train
Is an art on its own
That only with intelligence you can master.
Quick and instinctive my steps
used to accelerate behind the illusion
Of being the first.
I was crashed and let alone on the track.
I learnt too appreciate each step
That with consciousness I stamp on the ground
And can guide myself faster to the station.

Reality relax

Reality is simple, basic and unavoidable
While excitement lives
Of plans and future scenarios,
Articulated between good ideas and stiff judgements.
I acknowledge and relax in the reality
Around me.

Water within

I sip slowlsy this day
made of too much talking
and too little fresh air.
I let no minute pass under my eyes
while the night rises
with its promise of companion and delight.