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

Outreach research

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.

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.

Monster

My monster wants to look forward
It craves for novelty and answers,
For stories well told.
I feed it articles and newspapers,
The opulence of the Internet makes him choke.
It rests when my questions are set
And written down for walking to tomorrow.

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