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Alone forward

Finding a courageous snail on the way
tells a journey that never ends
and marked by value and purpose.
Nature, a tiny house,
sliding through the dangers and annoyances,
and a scratchy tongue what you need
to survive.

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Too fast too furious

Jumping high and looking over the fence
my hair becomes crazy and wild.
Blushed by the effort
I forget my aim
and end up looking ta the sky
and imagining the future.
Happy, smiling shyly, and and feeling young
I m cuddled by the fresh air and not
the stress of plans of others.

The instinct sometimes lies

The result was clear and my future
was glowing in front of me.
I had to buy it and turn my plan around.
A million ideas hit me hard and lifted
my spirit
In there lab
At home
At the gym
In the park.
My plan was a success
My mind.
My plan changed fast and twisted its way around.
I bought it, it arrived, it sat idle on the shelf.

Life dream

In the middle of the night
I watch my life as a movie
With characters vanishing
And persons acting.
Condensed in a dream,
The countless adventures and challenges
Seem logical and worthy.
Happy and grateful,
I can ready

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How to, is never a question
When the idea sweeps you away.
Sunny or rainy, cold or hot,
The world
Subsides
And you see only the future
In front of you.
The imagination flies free
And experiments are quick
Telling stories that fascinate the society
And provide talks over the coffee.

Protein cartoons

A mute film goes on in my mind
Where the next experiment is enacted
And proteins jump and roll
Under the perfect light
On the thinnest of the cellulose fibres.
The behaviour is unpredictable,
A moody twist of the binding
Produces a loss and a dramatic inactivity.
The tiny acrobat has fallen
But not without living an imaginary event
Of high potential for science
And of fascinating cartoonish drama for me.

Listening talent

The talent of listening
Can be trained and domesticated
Giving us the possibility of enjoying
The efforts of others.
Listen to their stories
Or think about yourself and your daily struggle
Until you find yourself daydreaming
And time has passed.

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.

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