Missing the office

Time sitting exploring

and hours staring at

people with skills and purpose

are what make my office.

Comfy sofa of the office

I dream big dinner days
I a punk office
Among get ones
And a sofa full of decisions.
Sitting together to evaluate the present
And accept the future.
Plants and light
Draw shadows and wake instincts up.
I dream a sofa
In a computable feminine future.

Invest

Silence that voice
and break that poking finger
Before having a rest.
Your eyes close
And a million possibilities rise
When you invest in dreaming.

Red power

The pain in the growth
And the pleasure of innocence
That vanishes in the responsibilities.
Pursue or not pursue a dream
of promised strain and unwelcome presence?
The mind flies but the feet are stubborn
And the heart divided.

Time escape

Rediscover the minutes
Passing unnoticed while you work.
Annoyed by waiting times,
I waste the gift of those small breaks
Daydreaming me out of the lab
And laying me on a silvery beach,
At least for a while.

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

Original chocolate

Acrobatic thoughts and dreams for the future
Recur and surprise me
With their lights and originality.
I am training myself
To believe what others deem impossible
And take the lead
Despite their opposition
Fueled by a a fascinating new life,
Writing a story never heard before,
And dark chocolate.

Welcome night

The end of this day comes unattended
But those who jump in projects
With passion and selflessness.
Those five minutes alone in the dark
Are a dream during the day
And a hug for the heart at night
When solitude is healing.

Sun

Yearning silence and a thoughtless mind
I closer my eyes and feel the sun
On my tired old face.
It is a moment only
The one I strive for
Of warmth and cleanliness
Inside.

Ignite

Words in a stream
Full the room and the heart of the scientist
When the unknown is the destination
And our hands the means.
Curious like kittens
And smart like bees
Scientists get ignited
And the hunt starts.

BrushStrokes

Details are in the corners
And in the last strokes of the brush
To complete the aquarello
When nobody is watching.
Sitting at the desk
The many experiments transform
Fusing in a single story
Whose last slow details
Make me feel unique.

Stream

Opinions are heard
And slowly bent
By those who hold the power
While the stream of information
And initiative never stops.

Share

We all share passions
And eyes looking forward
Although staring at personal shiny targets.
We all share goosebumps
When the future is a tunnel
And its length unknown.
We all share a special hug
That keeps us warm when loneliness strikes.
We will all share our special talent
And hold on.

Bee

With passion and slowness

I move through days

that lay obstaces and treats on my table.

Looking inside, I see a blossom

and a tired little bee on the edge

of a long journey.

 

 

 

Dream

At night the energy is released
And the joy of the day culminates
In luminous dreams and improbable situations
On which what learnt during the day
Unfolds and fights of the difficulties.

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