Getting creative

Creativity is also creating.. here some snaps of the SHOP, hope you like it ­čÖé

Tickling brain

Numbers in the table,
Like kids holding hands in a line,
Show me the direction
While tickling my brain
In this hide-and-seek game.
The pull and magic of the hidden trend
Make me a solo artist
Behind the curtain of an unapologetic  stage.

Patented attitude

I have a patented rule
To let time pass and enrich
While the world thoughts around me.
The power of distraction
And the potential of absurdity
Are my companions
To spice up days
With no deserved strain.

Personal canoe

Dreaming and thinking
At a double speed
To see yourselves grow
Started you down but seeds personal satisfaction.
Tortured by the question
of who you will become
You embark on a rushed slalom
On a tiny wild canoe
And steer crazy to
Escape the illusion of control.

Picking bubbles

Ideas form like in the bubbling wine
And migrate to the surface
For recognition.
Experience selects and isolate
The ones with personality
While curiosity picks
The few solitary and iridescent.

Graphic idea

Scatter on the paper
Those ideas and thoughts
that kept you awake.
Poke your inner child
and put them in graphics
With simple lines and basic colours.
A sentence of seven parts
Can delineate your message.

Suspending

Suspend your judgement,
Not every day has a lesson at the end.
Learn to hang and just observe the scene,
Remembering only what feeds you.
It gives you a basis
for evolving tomorrow
Into a strong person
With a red book
full of short views
Always there to restart from.

Watering ideas

Sit next to me
While I drink this tea
To refresh my acceptance of the world
And water my ideas.
A blooming on a cloudy day can be expected
As an impossible flower on the shortest day of winter
When ideas are dear and always cuddled.

Limits to glow

Growing up limits are set
On what I like to watch,
on what deserves time,
And on who a smile will merit.
Protected by my limits
New body movements
and personal mental stretches
Will bloom
Enlarging this tiny room.
With pleasure
My living room will renew
And from being Full of material toys
And poor of openings
Will glow of artworks
And futuristic visions.

Project plan

You step in the room
To join a discussion that lost its value
With passion.
The project was planned long ago
By someone not around anymore
So no space for variation is allowed,
You wander what’s the purpose
And why to bother.
Is this research?

Manuscript core

Spell, correct, abbreviate,
Own the judgment,
Respect the community.
Formulas and curves to embrace,
Hypotheses and deductions that drive,
To uncover the hidden beauty of nature.

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