Sunday at last

Routine tires me and each day
a challenge is born.
Many children follow me around and I chase
them like a cat fireflies.
My energy is fuelled
my smile fed
only Sundays interrupt.

Rolling in the routine

I work in waves
I roll my wings in dust and stand up
I jump shy but often
I hate routine, yet I have a million of them.
I innovate my life each day
I don’t know myself
I love discovering my passions and taking time to change them
My I is not defined but shaped at each bump of the way
I choose.

Freedom in a box

The box is well defined
The walls high but reachable,
Yet a fresh air is coming through
And I breath freedom.
I think inside the box,
Generate space and ideas
And opinions and opportunities.

UV filter, no filter

There sun is high and my favourite
energy source
In days of uncertainty.
I cannot eat chocolate enough,
My batteries cannot hold enough coffee
Only the sun holds my hand
Always.
No SPF50, no UV filters, please.

The window is open

I have waited long for a window to open.

I didn’t know which one would let a light in.

I stared and pushed each day.

I heard the trumpets and saw the light

Announcing a new path in life.

Time frustrations, patience training

I hate when time is stubborn,

It refuses to bring me forward

And lets me waiting and young.

I adore planning

And the small steps to the big waterfall

But time is needed before the adrenalin wave.

My zone

Like a panoramic balcony

Or a fast black bike,

My zone fits me.

Pins my feet down and my fingers up,

While my thoughts travel and evolve

Planning my version of my future.

It has a fresh breeze

Even when indoor

And always has a START sign.

Mountain train

This train drives fast

And flowers the curve of a mountain

With a strong personality.

Now grass, then rocks,

Cross our way

And get tamed.

Yet nature hugs us

And accompany the end of our flash back

Towards routine and work and planning

A days of attention and reward.

Life change

The variables have changed,

Rearranged on a new order

In this life of unknown value.

Today a new road has been taken

And I am energized

As never before.

Sunday grass

The green needles below me

Caress and welcome

This moment of uncertainty.

I am a surrender

to the power of nature

And i now navigate

With a wind of change and no thoughts.

Checkmate

Don’t Wait
Move to the next cell
Black or white
Will give you an adventure
Making up your life.
Jumping worth no rule
The breeze brings enthusiasm
through the hair,
Cell after cell.

Jump the wall

I throw my mind

Over the wall using a single hand

And wait for the bump.

If was searching for novelty,

It might have found it.

What is new is still hidden

And i can only excite in its imminent rise.

Mind will tell me,

Among thoughts of routine,

What I could not imagine

and get thrilled for

Only few days ago..

Protein army

To which protein

I owe my day?

To the social that makes me breath?

To the tiny that shuttle energy?

Or to the millions outside my body?

Many and unique,

Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target,

Proteins give me everyday

That molecular food

I cannot find on my table.

Life juice

Everything that gives me hope

Is made of words and imagination.

It lies in my head

Ready to spring

And fill me with joy.

I plan projects, days, months, life,

Yet the good flavour comes from the unexpected

And my mouth has never enough.

Toolbag

Inside and outside

Lay the tools to a fruitful life

Made of iron, steel, and listening.

At my belt, the tools alternate

And I am often unprepared

For the occasion

Yet always running and sweating

to fill my toolbag.

Sneaking out

Even today you can

Break free

Through the little break in their attention.

In that second others ignore,

You will change your path

And will never feel

Imprisoned on a sunny day

In a fruitless office.

Minutes distillation

Sitting and staring at the landscape
I don’t value these minutes
That can hand out joyful ideas
And first steps
For a new direction.
The train accelerates,
I slow down

October islands

A pinch of sunlight
Can decorate this Thursday
And mark it as a new memory.
October of sorrow, expectation, and rest
Has now sparks of life
To jump to in the difficult days.

Definitive not

Definitive is a word
with no time
And little space in my life.
Definite decisions
are always on hold
And dynamically turning on themselves
To find the comfortable spot
In the situation.

Zoom out

The struggle is to simplify
Spotting what makes a true difference
From what makes naturally chaos.
Zooming out of the daily vibrations,
The value of affection and loyalty
Comes through the days of silence
Empowered and solid.

Jumping heart

I ride my life
Like a motocross bike
Fast on the up and down.
My thoughts and hands are protected
By modern materials
And my sighs are amplified
By the adrenalin
At each jump.

Pension hunt

I cannot imagine myself
In thirty years
When i will have done my job
And pension will knock.
I hardly now envision what job
will require thirty years
And my will.

After work

My arms are crossed
And my thoughts far away
When the bell rings.
The day is over
Or does it start?
I head home and fill the last hours
With tenderness and personality
Until the sleep comes
And my heart holds a list
With minute-long experiences and small memories.

Repetition-free

Consistency and authenticity
Border the road
Where I roam apparently free.
Direction is forward
On the long term,
But today i will go sideway
And free myself
From the restrain of the map
Of a well accepted career.

Horizon hold

Now you can see me
And include me in your plans
Of succulent dinners and unreachable offices.
I will embrace your plan,
Obscure and personal,
Until we stand on a higher rock
And I will see what the horizon holds.

Destiny selection

You are looking somewhere different
In the picture where all are proud.
Tired of belonging to the crowd,
You found your focus,
Far and not so well defined.
With Each step you take
it becomes sharper and maybe closer,
Almost tangible.

Train catcher

Rushing to the train
Is an art on its own
That only with intelligence you can master.
Quick and instinctive my steps
used to accelerate behind the illusion
Of being the first.
I was crashed and let alone on the track.
I learnt too appreciate each step
That with consciousness I stamp on the ground
And can guide myself faster to the station.

Life Labyrinth

I pour my will into small annoying actions
That like a mosaic assemble my days
and write line by line my story.
It is difficult to read from here
The final labyrinth they form.

Photo story

One click is one situation
I wish to remember and store.
Digital data take on the value
Of vibrant feelings and dear persons
Condensed in a limited second.
No more foggy memories and personal additions
To the story.

Sun break

I caress my petals in the sun
And embrace the astonishing landscape
Of water and mountains
Dotted with white fluffy sheep
With short memory.
I turn and stare absorbing the energy
Irradiated
And keep it within.

Mixology

I mix my dreams with my loved ones
And try to paint a picture of harmony.
Work and life,
Food and acceptance,
Love and ambition,
Balance and moving forward
Delimit my way.

Life lessons

Living happy proceeds through only two lessons
Like take of a mountain train.
Try not to Don’t scare your friends
With deep talks on kinetics
And how your birth marked the anthropocene.
Learn to improvise in critical situations
As if you are on stage receiving an Oscar
And smile.

Life sharing

Our stories are lonely,
But also very common to other women.
A voice too low to be heard,
A dress too plain to be noticed
Am and opinion not in search of approval
Pace the months and this novel
I am alone writing.

Pigeon ideas

I define my meaning
Picturing those pointy questions
And surrounding myself
With carrots and clear waters
Where baby ideas are born.
The passion of birth
Is a bright light I feed
Like a little girl moves her little hand
To the pigeons.

Holiday consideration

The intense direct sun
Burns and melts my doubts away.
A life in the lab,
A life under the detached neon
Feels cold now and its value questionable.

 

Pair match

We are shaken like socks
In a washing machine
Started on an early morning
Of July.
I feel you, my love,
Near but thorn,
present but distracted,
But always similar.

Cycle of this life

Repeat and renew
Is a motto for work and for life.
Myself, my interests, my failures
Are resurfacing over and over again
In the cyclical time.
I run naked to complete this routine
Consistent with who I am,
Yet new and innovated
To move ahead.

Open door

Chose your dress carefully today
As you are going to be surprised.
You left the door open to the invisible possibilities
And today someone will enter
Flying or sneaking,
Behind your back,
While at the desk.
Unable to produce opportunities
You can only leave some space for them
And get ready to say ‘ yes’.

Dear me

Dear me,
I am happy you kept control today
And let time pass
Waiting for the right moment
To speak.
Remember to
Hide your weapons
And enjoy the circus
Offered freely every day.

Acceptance

The sun hits your back
While standing in the gray yard
Waiting for the cigarette to end.
Thoughts of acceptance
Of an uncontrollable wild reality
Are unavoidable
And their daily rejection
Free space in the mind
And in the day.