I pull myself away
When i am attracted to the surface
Of event interpretation.
The visible tells a simplified picture
My mind and heart want to believe.
Investigative analysis and questioning
Come from my science core
That deep inside
January drives me to the unheard truth.
The house has black windows
When i pas by worth my heavy bag
And good-intentioned heart.
The day is ending
Yet I save the pleasure for the last hours
Of solitude and determination.
Walking alone in the night,
Watching a movie in silence,
And tomorrow I will smile
in and out.
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.
My stomach jumps
When you positively appear
and stare at me in the trembling chair.
The laughter is uncontrollable
And a new movie is being directed in my head,
Not only protagonists but explorers.
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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.
Tired of wearing my armour,
I rest careless on this wooden chair,
No care for winners or losers
But only for safe guardians
Of the everyday life.
Another day is over
With no fresh scars on my body
But invisible dry marks
Close to the heart.
A shoeless child runs through the fields
In a day that holds no promise.
Clouds are unwillingly gathering
And the green is starting to vanish.
My day reached its end
With few praises and many promises.
I know it is only for today
But this empty feeling cannot be stopped.
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Like honey and lemon
On my wounds
You protect and punish
My spontaneity and openness
To this world of fake smiles.
I hold you in days of storm
And give you my blanket in days of consolation,
Addicted as I am to your honey.
Trust as a medal pinned to the chest
To symbolize the hardest of the conquests.
A selection of persons
Worth a clean intention
And a clear will.
Those who choose the straight path in the field
That nobody is walking
And make a new path for all.
Those who taste spicy food
With trepidation and a laugh bursts.
Those who don’t talk
But tell the must important story.
Those who live far
But are always with me.
