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.
Even today you can
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.
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
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 is a word
with no time
And little space in my life.
are always on hold
And dynamically turning on themselves
To find the comfortable spot
In the situation.
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.
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.
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.
I love the words holding hands
And the sun hitting my keys
When nothing seems to happen
In a world of mistrust
Those Black ants start working
And scribble the life that could be.
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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
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
And keep it within.
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.
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
We are shaken like socks
In a washing machine
Started on an early morning
I feel you, my love,
Near but thorn,
present but distracted,
But always similar.
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.
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’.
What makes my stomach
Contract and resist
To the ongoing drama
What will fill it with butterflies
With the energy of a laser
And coming after work.
I am happy you kept control today
And let time pass
Waiting for the right moment
Hide your weapons
And enjoy the circus
Offered freely every day.
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
And their daily rejection
Free space in the mind
And in the day.
We are filled and addicted
by the sleepless media
And induced to Compete for the best work
And for the best life in picture.
Looking outside to monitor the others,
Loser of the losers,
I waste my day and my attention
Running blind to a nowhere.
Shying away from the heat of the day,
we all slowly gather in the corner
Like old friends
We tell the personal lesson
that we learnt today.
Like Brownish snails
with a load of wisdom,
We hide and secretly plan,
Dreaming and building
A new life to come.
The importance of events
Is measured in the time
They demand from us.
Taking the time
Is standing still
And yet it is hard.
Allowing ourselves experiences is a luxury
And a lesson to learn
We all owe to our selves
In fields of discomfort.
The cycles of life
Repeat and renew
Leaving a scar and a nod.
A cycle for a new job,
A cycle for the true love,
A cycle to acquire confidence
And enjoy it for a while.
Each time you are thrown
Into the stage of new circus
And wonder when the next cycle will start.
Majestic are the little things
That Each day I do not expect
And encounter behind my door.
A regular life
Dotted with tiny adventures.
I let myself get surprised
By the man whose past nobody knows
And by the driver who takes the bus through the city
With shocking pink nails.
A smile is behind the corner,
A story is sitting nearby.
Reality hits you
like a pan on the face
when you walk quietly home
or wait for a bus you do not care about.
You will feel its hit
making your eyes wet
and a sad version of your your future
come into focus.
Your legs will rebel and you will search for alternatives
from that moment on.
I have a patented rule
To let time pass and enrich
While the world thoughts around me.
The power of distraction
And the potential of absurdity
Are my companions
To spice up days
With no deserved strain.
The difficulty of looking inside
Yet necessary and necessary of training.
My inner voice head to shout
For me to listen
And no volume switch is in sight.
My ear is gentle and too respectful
Of those voices outside
That talk loud over that whisper.
Gracious with your thin arms,
You search your reserved seat
in this world
That makes preferences and fights
Your request is legit
But the effort is unusual to your muscles
And only time can guarantee you
It is running through the crowd
Looking for a too friendly face,
The blame for not adapting.
Too true to yourself,
You refused the rules and expectations
of your younger peers,
Just to be well-defined and authentic.
Time has passed
And your originality is no novelty
To the people that around you
Puff their day away.
In a busy life of words and actions
The difficulty is observing in silence and discovering
What is recurrent.
Randomly bumping the elbows to corners and pains,
We leave a trail that tells our story
And passes often through points of significance.
Few points with value
Are like benches where to feel at home
And safely alone.
Let the time pass,
Let your ideas and feelings brew
Time values and discards
Leaving you with a taste of a fantastic present.
Prescribe me that tablet
That silences the worries
and flattens all shades to grey.
I will hide the what makes people different
And paint them all pink
To provoke me smile in the tedious morning.
I will sometimes give them features
And dots will appear making them artists from the circus.
My life to amuse and surprise
While the world is slowly entertaining me.
I have read all the books
With the word success inside
But something was missing.
Techniques and strategies
As suggestions and lessons.
I never asked,
everything passed through my hands
And the fruits ripened.
The letting go
And the waiting
Are a nice new exercise
To learn the art of living.
What was struggle and effort
Is now attention and observation.
Setting new rules for a new game.
I am hanging confused today
On the brink of a chair
Trying to decide if I am
Dried or energized
By the millions of interactions,
And the instinctual clicks of the day.
Squeeze your mind
In the bright day
and observe the drops on the table.
The red line of your everyday
Is condensed and finally clear.
Dried it leaves your successes behind.
I have heard it ten times
Yet it has not changed my life.
That encouraging sentence,
full of wisdom and experience
Cannot effectively transfer its content
I will hear it another million times
And it week one day
Enrich my life.
Thanks for the advices
But words can have limits.
Patience makes you a saint
But takes you to the top of a mountain
And leaves you there.
Alone and patient,
Questions are silenced
And peace settles in.
Luckily it is soon mobbed by the dormant curiosity
And excitement that salts your story.
Variety is the key
To a platform of success and explosion.
No vision can be born
in a repetitive regular setting
With no room for change and surprise.
I collect disorder
and reserve a future I cannot predict
It is the right time to switch mode of action
And operate differently
Towards the others and your passion.
Control your hands and weigh the richness of their movements
Not to distract the ideas being born
After so much struggle.
A change of focus is recommended,
While envisioning the future
Stubborn like a child
I hide my desire to learn and practice.
I enjoy the small lessons
On work and technology
As both give the tools to navigate
In the middle of the night
I watch my life as a movie
With characters vanishing
And persons acting.
Condensed in a dream,
The countless adventures and challenges
Seem logical and worthy.
Happy and grateful,
I can ready
In the dark of the lab
My results come to life,
Fluorescent lines under the lamp.
Loneliness and suspense
Are my companions
Until the story can be told.