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.

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Nest building

Mouth full of twigs
I cannot speak not smile
Whole flying to my near.
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.

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