Fantasy cosy

I twist my time

Advocating for everybody

Ok this synthetic office chair.

I forget my story,

While I actively and furiously write it

Reach moment.

Frustrated by inaction,

I surrender to fantasy.

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Poetry jumps

I evade the white sheets
And the pressing characters
That ask for more writing.
No daydreaming is allowed at work
My hands are enthusiastic
And my heart jumps
When the free minutes combine
And the time for poetry comes.
I run, I sweat, I take off
For the holiday of the day.

Sunny revolution

The sun has today
A paternal attitude
Coming through in bright spots
To enlighten my thoughts
Of revolutionary science
for a future we can hardly draw
in Black and white.
In the sun,
Visions ripen.