28 May 2020

Thin grass

My feet are softened by the office

But find a strong support

In this thin grass.

It gives them air and sincerity,

The honesty of plants

And the hope of seasons.

Blue light

The blue light of the screen

Gives me results and ageing.

Can I work and not hurt myself?

Can I do science and stay young?

Can I connect and not irradiate my cells?

Conscious and curious,

I sit at my desk.

Plant me

Chlorophyll-rich are my holidays.

Below my body in the day

And in my hands in the night,

Grass and flowers empower my journey.

I am

Relaxing and breathing

The fresh green.

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.

Pure green

Escaped from the lab coat,

Devoid of ask analytic tools,

I dive into the garden

And let geometries of leaves

And flying perfumes surprise me.

They narrate a story

Written only for me

That will take me away

For the most precious moment of the day.

Breathing out

I pushed myself

And the sofa is far away.

The green around gives a new pace

To my breathing and expectations

For this life

That’s never enough.

Lose control, embrace your music,

Restart fresh each time.

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.

Love study

Love is green

And grows unattended

Between your pinky toes.

Soft and flexible

You do not notice it

Still enjoy its silent support.

Years have passed

Studies have been completed,

Or only new?

Migrant bananas

The tropics are here
In the yellow curves on the table
And in my pocket.
Banal fruits we give for granted,
Travelled in group
Scared and green
To my table.
Like migratory birds at their first adventure,
They matured.

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