No window is open enough
Or garden fresh sufficiently
Today.
When you are on a hunt
And curious to poke nature,
There is always a step forward.
Tiny snails, reason vapour, atmospheric dust
Ageing bananas, mysterious taste of sausage,
Hardening soap, menstruations pain,
Everything pushes a question forward
And a foot forward
Tag: future
The sunny surprise
I have no intention of surrendering
To the tennis thoughts of idleness
And pausing the future to come.
Shops are closed,
People are far,
The dears are behind the border
Waiting to meet as new and as fresh
Migratory Birds.
Days of salt
Each moment has its intense flavour
And the days flow like grains of salt
In my hourglass.
I grab them and print then with fire
in my baby memory
Before letting them fall,
Curious of what might come next.
In the middle of this night
The days of sun and rain fuse
Into a single night
Of pondering and rebirth.
Darkness is no mother to only fear
But to creativity and new impulses.
In this long night,
The day awaits patiently
For you and the thick agenda
Proud under your arm.
Your starry sky
The dots are connected in a new constellation
That guides me in the lab
And in the dark days.
Shiny edges enclose a destiny and a path.
Experiences are never random,
You draw your own sky.
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Loud rain
Rainy day full of noise,
Give me the bright inspiration
And move quickly my fingertips.
Let me draw a line
In my life of changes.
24 Jul 2019
Jump ahead
A stair of papers
And unresolved questions give me strength.
The jump is a search,
my spring is loaded
and written hard
On paper with CV as a crown.
Grass
In the hard times
Of pressing numeric desires and ignorant opinions,
I find myself dreaming grass.
Extended and surrounding grass
Breaths with me
And cuddle my thin roots
While i gather the energy
for the next tiny personal jump.
Lab coat
Dots of unknown colour,
Stains of never-studied proteins
Are my medals.
On my chest and around my arm,
They Tell a recent story of fight and explosions.
Invincible in the way,
standing strong through the washings ,
A Memento of the past and a map to my future.
Reason on me
You try to follow
But cannot grasp the subtle logic.
A simple experiment
Marked my day and my work forever.
Will that results define me? My career?
Will this topic be me forever?
Changing road is hard,
when success strikes.
24 Sept 2018
Checkmate
Don’t Wait
Move to the next cell
Black or white
Will give you an adventure
Making up your life.
Jumping worth no rule
The breeze brings enthusiasm
through the hair,
Cell after cell.
Prey
I am today
An easy prey
Of big dreams and things i may
Scars of past illusions
Are easily forgotten but still visible.
Fooling myself
I wrote and talk
Planning a future I cannot control.
Jump the wall
I throw my mind
Over the wall using a single hand
And wait for the bump.
If was searching for novelty,
It might have found it.
What is new is still hidden
And i can only excite in its imminent rise.
Mind will tell me,
Among thoughts of routine,
What I could not imagine
and get thrilled for
Only few days ago..
Growing Roots
Repurpose and relocate
Ideas and memories and free that space.
Push hard and lean forward,
Roots will break
And be reborn on the first day
of unexpected sun
To hold you strong
And let you live out of balance.
Future today
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.
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.
Constellation
A full day on my shoulders
And lots of satisfactions
Point towards a new direction.
Taking time to notice,
Each gesture is a responsibility
And a plan for the future.
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.
Winter darkness
What tickles my mind
in this dark winter day?
Worries of career, fears of loneliness
This undetermined future of ours
Join forces and seed doubts.
I drop my anchor
In the small achievements in my wallet
And those tiny ideas shining in the dark.
Christmas saldo
Stepping in the icy air,
This Christmas hours my face
And wakes the memories
Of a whole year
Up.
A mosaic of feelings
and events to drop in silence
Lay behind the steps made
for the future.
Sneaking out
Even today you can
Break free
Through the little break in their attention.
In that second others ignore,
You will change your path
And will never feel
Imprisoned on a sunny day
In a fruitless office.
Minutes distillation
Sitting and staring at the landscape
I don’t value these minutes
That can hand out joyful ideas
And first steps
For a new direction.
The train accelerates,
I slow down
Open window
What comes through the window
Is a gift and a tool
That chances and love
Send you today.
I have only a Narrow breeze
That can cross
And the empty air can still
Make me close my eyes and
Bear natural freshness.
Joy Friday
Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.
Starry pray
Skinny stars of this night
I see you hiding in the far
But curious of our troubles.
Slowly you move
And it can only watch from this wet field
And discover my pray
For this peaceful situation
To settle
And return.
Weight loss
I have removed you
Grin your crystal pedestal,
Stupid thought of the perfect body weight.
I freed space and feel lighter,
Feelings of acceptance stepped in
And a realistic daily plan.
Pension hunt
I cannot imagine myself
In thirty years
When i will have done my job
And pension will knock.
I hardly now envision what job
will require thirty years
And my will.
Good news
Like a blinded moth
I spin around in the middle air
Turning turning with no way to stop.
The excitement captured me
And I live the moment
With its silly giggles and ambitious prospects
For the future.
Future whirl
The thrill is on
After I actively pushed myself
To imagine a future
With its roots on the happenings of today.
Each day possibilities form in the space around me
And i only have to train my patience
As a gardener in September.
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.
Dear friend
I know you are connected to my heart
Even miles from here
And on another country.
Surrounded by factories,
You can feel my call,
When the routine gets boring
And the heart heavy.
Illuminated mind
Horoscope room
17 August, 2017 21:52
Academic career
Surprises from the past
24 June, 2017 23:00
Live love
Your caring surprises me
Today like every day
When I swim hard to float
And your love lifts me
In a second.
I hug you nonstop
And project my wishful thinking
For a future for two
Sprinkled with serious excitement
And old beginnings.
Reality hit
Reality hits you
like a pan on the face
when you walk quietly home
or wait for a bus you do not care about.
You will feel its hit
making your eyes wet
and a sad version of your your future
come into focus.
Your legs will rebel and you will search for alternatives
from that moment on.
Personal seat
Gracious with your thin arms,
You search your reserved seat
in this world
That makes preferences and fights
personal enemies.
Your request is legit
But the effort is unusual to your muscles
And only time can guarantee you
A fit.
Mind juice
Squeeze your mind
In the bright day
and observe the drops on the table.
The red line of your everyday
Is condensed and finally clear.
Dried it leaves your successes behind.
Physics of time
It turns and comes back
Today, tomorrow, whenever I watch
This situation of stall
That keeps me wandering and idle.
Time is circular
When problems are involved
And very linear when moving forward is difficult.
Get this physics.
Mode of action
It is the right time to switch mode of action
And operate differently
Towards the others and your passion.
Control your hands and weigh the richness of their movements
Not to distract the ideas being born
After so much struggle.
A change of focus is recommended,
While envisioning the future
Illusionary Stability.
23 April, 2017 21:13
Control travel
I contract my muscles
Crunching over control
Of little Excel cells and tiny data points.
The scenario they picture
Is the natural reality
Or the translation of my expectations?
With a joyful papercup of Black tea in my hand
And a backpack of numbers and theories,
I travel through unseen possibilities and questions that hide treasure doors.
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.