Exposing the core

The frozen panorama sits outside my window
And my emotion get louder
like chatty crows.
Nature takes over
The city and the bodies
And the decorations fall
Leaving the authentic values.
Self, loved, hugs, knowledge.

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Baby click

I am happy to write
Those moments I cannot frame
But only store deep inside.
Those smiles will come back
When there days are dark in September
And the family will eat together again.
Your soft hands still touch me
Leaving your smell of curiosity and love.

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Independent in the numbers

Quality of life has no numbers

Yet statistics tell me i am good.

Money and food i hunt and gather

To reach the end of the month,

Hugs are not measurable and

luckily

renewable.

Jolly chocolate

The special moment has arrived

And the safe has been allowed to open.

Your hands have touched the comfort of the family

And bubbles have to flow.

After months of jolly chocolate

waiting for the reunion,

The people are together,

The life is shared,

This cake is at the centre of the table.

Frost frost fire fire

I slide and watch my step,

I see the crystals shine

In this early morning

And Xmas comes in.

A fire gives its first sparks

In that moment of ice age

Melting the fear away

leaving feathery ashes of love.

Woolly words

You speak soft words

In a language dear to me.

The memories fly in and life makes sense again.

A friend is more than a ear or a shoulder,

It is our hand and eyes,

A family of sounds,

A nest of stranger’s feathers,

a piece of the stubborn beating leathery heart.

Warm like bread

The bed is too big for us,

Who search hands and check on each other.

The apartment is too big for us,

Who eat sitting nearby and from the same plate.

The city is too big for us,

Who share passions and destinations.

The world is too big for us,

Who travel together and fight the two body problem.

Snowy hearts

Cold texture of pure poetry

Falling romantic on the street,

you, snow of this troubled winter,

Warm up my heart.

Unexpected and desired,

You infused magic in a routine too calculated

And hands that only work,

And do not caress enough.

Heart scream

i hear my heart screaming

And my mind shushing it

With no respect.

Timid and true

The heart keeps silent

And the show goes on.

I am surrounded by balance

With a under loud core.

True to myself,

I open the valve.

Slow rise

The sun rises slow

And weak

In the cold mornings of walking solo.

My desk awaits me,

My family demands a warm hand,

My time is split

With sorrow and pride.

Life change

The variables have changed,

Rearranged on a new order

In this life of unknown value.

Today a new road has been taken

And I am energized

As never before.

Soft feeling

Close to my body,

Your little young breath paces my life

now.

Baby with innocent face

And voice of thunder,

Your sweetness spices my life

Up.

Watery summer

The heat brings my personality

To the limits and towards the feedjngs

I have seen seldom and fear.

Dried patience, heart of an arsonist,

Warmth of a mother

Form my orbit and stretch around my open arms.

Open arms with your shape.

Bored at the desk

The duty and the honour

Of working and walking

While all i see

Is time going by

With no flavour.

Patiently i shout and consider

Possibilities and present chances

Inventing a new setting

For me, for us,

Where time is only in the background

And not so abundant.

Spaghetti drug

Spaghetti at the end of the adventure
In the evening of a Friday
With a bitter taste.
Sneaky but friendly
The pasta wraps me and my doubts
While the future holds a secret.

Nest building

Mouth full of twigs
I cannot speak not smile
alone flying to my nest.
I build out each day,
And my uncomfortable today
Is a loved step ahead.

Christmas time

I feel no cold in me
At Christmas time.
The weeks waiting
and the colours of the fire
Make me anticipate its value each year
And now is September
And I am already holding the calendar.

Carrot dance

Carrots dance on the window sill
Watching my spaghetti getting dressed
For the party.
I touch and feel
The richness and roughness of the pasta
That brings sun into my home.

Home prize

The arrival home
Is a proper for the intense day
As the boiling stew expects
a smile and a daily achievement.
The day closes sweet and homey
After hours in the artificial world
That takes your breath away.

Dream love

Dreaming at any time of the day
Opens a window in a stale room
Filled with old ideas and conservatives.
The struggle to plan the future
Is amplified at each step
By the stories and free advices
Of those
Who had little to explore in their days
But care and are afraid
Now.

Sound of annoyance

Unplug the crowd
and burst a sphere of silence
Around me,
If you love me.
Decibels in millions are irritant
And have their nemesis
In hugs, avoidance, and personalization.
Accept reality, ignore its sound.

Community hypocrisy

Humans have failed
As social animals
And lonely enjoy now
The pungent flavor
Of personal success.
Alone with their own rules,
They select and analyse
Components of the same herd
Whole convinced of traveling alone.

Emergency holidays

Hours have been spent
Like nickels
On research projects with no taste
And the days passed like a single breath.
You don’t know how
But midsummer is here
And you are not prepared.
Time to take those emergency holidays.

Distant parents

The distance you cannot measure
Keeps you locked and bound to the ground
Like a chain of steel.
Kilometers of memories and nostalgia
Unroll reach moment
Their loving faces emerge
From the corner of thoughts
To avoid
To be able to go on.

Homecoming

Those eyes whisper my reward
After an intense day of fight.
They secure my hugs and promises
for the future.
Many hours waiting for this moment
of appreciation and safety
In our home.

Story telling

Tell me a story
That was never written
that has a cowboy traveling alone
And a horse who missed her friends.
A story with a farm and a dog
Smelling like peach flowers
And cut grass
Is my favourite.
Tel me a story you lived
And that I will tell my children
But will never write.

Heroes in the lab

Proteins come in families
And ask you to choose your favorite,
As families do.
You value efficiency, you appreciate stability,
But colour and shape can dictate their popularity
Like little heroes in a fantasy novel
That becomes reality.

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