Teaching quietly

Stones do not move freely

Unless the storm comes by surprise.

Trees bend and politely deny

The status quo.

Nature is the real teacher.

Diary directions

Learning the hard way
And writing its lessons
That hardly persist in the behaviour.
A diary as a manual
With no formulas or perfect fittings
But personalised coordinates for your route.

How to

Tell me how
To smile without feeling empty
To step up without feeling alone
To express my opinion when nobody is ready to listen.
Teach me how
My idea can become everybody’s idea
And we can enjoy its success together.
Love me how
I have never tasted before
And I will always remember.

Bridge

Tame your impatience
And start tasting the fruit of your work.
The bridge you have built
With your hands and your passion
You vary it on your shoulders.
It will become longer or steeper
with every lesson and every scar,
But will always take you over troubles and to the other side.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: