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Rainy Monday, smiley Monday

Rain keeps me anchored,
Lazy in lockdown and fearful in life
But my imagination travels wild.
My face sighs and demands fresh humid air.
I leave the comfort
And a friend lits a spark
In my mental algorithms and my future.
She knows how
To feed my mind and the Ambition
That on Mondays
Wakes up hungry and angry.
Little monster of mine,
I love you.

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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.

Long friendship

Confident and relaxed in my home,
I seek connections and touch
through the winding cable.
Time makes no difference,
Distance is a metaphor,
And conversations are selected
To energise and enrich
Personally.

Writing directions

A small post-it can hardly contain
The emotions you transmit
With your disappointed eyes
And needy body.
I will write you a sentence
And it will give only a direction
for the future, as the present is nothing
to remember.

Life sharing

Our stories are lonely,
But also very common to other women.
A voice too low to be heard,
A dress too plain to be noticed
Am and opinion not in search of approval
Pace the months and this novel
I am alone writing.

Friendship birth

A hug not asked
A free content that surprises,
I am sure,
Mark the birth of a friendship,
Like milestones on the road.
I felt the connection,
A missing sister with more experience,
Whose oven is always on
And whose table has always an extra chair.

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