We speak different languages,
Or so they say,
In this small world.
We understand like a mum the child
When the intention is with us,
Not our passports
To which protein
I owe my day?
To the social that makes me breath?
To the tiny that shuttle energy?
Or to the millions outside my body?
Many and unique,
Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target,
Proteins give me everyday
That molecular food
I cannot find on my table.
What hides in the grass
Grown in this day of transition?
Fruits like Easter eggs
Are hard to see,
Yet precious and rewarding
For the eye of the naïve.
Work, health, friends, emails, future plans
Are ripening hidden in the green
Of hope and routine.
Shying away from the heat of the day,
we all slowly gather in the corner
Like old friends
We tell the personal lesson
that we learnt today.
Like Brownish snails
with a load of wisdom,
We hide and secretly plan,
Dreaming and building
A new life to come.
I am savage today
Like the echo of your actions
Amplified and dissipating.
Your touch of anger
Becomes tight fingers
and hopeless tears.
Your tender hug
And gets amplified in the imaginary future
only I am allowed now to see.
One, two, three times you can wait
With the finger on the watch
But this will stop.
Patience is the key
but also a golden coin
To spend for those who waste not
Waiting and thinking
For The moment when the weight is lift.
Years and thoughts full of dust
What took hours, days and months
Can be released in a blink
To the surprise of an old woman
Who thought had seen everything.
I fit my point like I fit my best friends
Connected by a line
Made of interests and good food.
One after the other
They enrich and trace the days
Otherwise white and smooth
Like a sheet of paper.
The days are crowded and futile
But remember to carry your lens
In your personal pocket.
Search the details that hide in the folds
And under the shoes
But define those who think
and appreciate the moments like you do.
Through your lens
Your partners, friends, and lovers
Will shine like under falling frozen snow
And you can get closer with confidence.
Opening like a flower
To welcome those new possibilities
Only the horoscope can confirm you
But that you worked so hard for.
Remember those beside you
And the hands you are shaking
That come with a true smile.
Your photo album is forming
And you are coming to the front in the pictures.