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.
I cannot judge your dream or your path
it is only yours and your vision is a unicum.
You assemble the path
and drive with a chin high up
as only your dream deserves.
Words fall short
advices gather dust,
only examples and smiles push you forward.
Sunday is a day of no schedule
But a day of sparks.
In the empty ideas play ball
And fantasies run wild.
They fuel the night
Before there Monday comes back
Worth its demands and pointing fingers.
The land of magic cannot be lost,
Once you visited it
You can always return.
Today I explore the web
Of discoveries and opinions
to build my own.
Crazy, my schemes seem art
Fuelled by creativity and imagination
But my reasoning as precise as a chessboard.
Escape your discipline,
Speculate wildly.
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.
Lean in and Throw your hand
into the thin crispy air
Even if you don’t have anything.
Your offer is will
And it will be grabbed
with violence and hearty gratitude
When the hypothesis seems like a stranger
And the results hold your feet to the ground.
Illumination in the street
Illumination in my mind
Where small restless details combine
And the whole picture
Leads to a treasure.
The map to the discovery
Is old and wrinkled yet always new
And highly personal.
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.
Rediscover the minutes
Passing unnoticed while you work.
Annoyed by waiting times,
I waste the gift of those small breaks
Daydreaming me out of the lab
And laying me on a silvery beach,
At least for a while.
