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.
Tag: imagination
Numbers talk
My lips cannot pronounce
The impact of these numbers
But only imagine it and suggest it
With metaphors and little confidence.
Numbers talk to me
And they swirl into a portray of our future
That hardly graphics can describe.
Book reading
You are heavy and rich
Of a world that absorbs me
And to which my imagination is deeply attracted
At Any minute of the day.
The story is hanging
And the characters incomplete.
By reading, I fill them with me life
And complete them.
Poetry jumps
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.
Grounded
Young woman with a sculptured character
You Prevent me from running blindly
Towards a mirage with a blurred profile
And from grabbing with direct hands my illusions.
You keep me connected
To the world of decisions and actions
Where perfection is unnecessary
And purposes are valuable.
Day comic
By the water, in the sun,
I draw an imaginary picture of life today.
Balloons of dialogues
And question marks from work
Fill the white populated by the people
Of everyday.
Colours are not sure
But the voids will be filled
And the day will get its tone.
Success homology
The absurd colours of nature
Ones me with their extravagance and personality.
No such bravery is permitted
In the world of humans.
Homologation as a rule to success
Reveals its limits
In the grey of clothes
And the monochrome of personalities.
