On an anonymous bench

The sun left the lockdown and came to visit

in this empty street

full of hope and will to restart naive.

My skin is pale but brave,

my brain never stopped jumping jolly

my hands impatient

Work passion

No plans, no agendas, no reminders
Are needed
When work is curious
And colleagues are stimuli.
Targets are just bites for you
Who anxiously dreams how the whole cake will be
And how the story will end

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