Decision are easy
When survival is the target.
No influence or guidelines
No protocol to follow
No power pressure is allowed
When I set myself up for healthy nutrition.
I know what’s best
The body knows best
Evolution taught what is best.
We are machines optimised to survive
And fill up with nutrients.
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Dams are extreme measures
And you could not escape or see our coming.
Flooding cold leaves you empty,
Like a desert ready to blossom
after a long century.
Alone you watch and dig for solutions
You only have.
You will get over it,
You will learn from it
You are everything it takes
You feel better when you remember this.
You did it already
You are consoling the most important person
And you hands close on each other
And you are not alone anymore.
Walking in public had never been
And you could hug trees and streetlights
With no shame.
The moment will pass but the taste
Will be a new neuron in your head
and a new reference value.
Sweet like a daisy and mellow like chamomile,
Bubbly like the sky in spring
And solid like you have never been before
You will stand
Aiming a new high.
Rain keeps me anchored,
Lazy in lockdown and fearful in life
But my imagination travels wild.
My face sighs and demands fresh humid air.
I leave the comfort
And a friend lits a spark
In my mental algorithms and my future.
She knows how
To feed my mind and the Ambition
That on Mondays
Wakes up hungry and angry.
Little monster of mine,
I love you.
My body doesn’t shout
But Wakes me up with cramps and worries.
It subtly tells me they way
Where the grass is greener and
There numbers add up
To a magic life of success.
Money give joy
Belly keeps Silent
head is happy
When held up high.
No window is open enough
Or garden fresh sufficiently
When you are on a hunt
And curious to poke nature,
There is always a step forward.
Tiny snails, reason vapour, atmospheric dust
Ageing bananas, mysterious taste of sausage,
Hardening soap, menstruations pain,
Everything pushes a question forward
And a foot forward
The frozen panorama sits outside my window
And my emotion get louder
like chatty crows.
Nature takes over
The city and the bodies
And the decorations fall
Leaving the authentic values.
Self, loved, hugs, knowledge.
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I am happy to write
Those moments I cannot frame
But only store deep inside.
Those smiles will come back
When there days are dark in September
And the family will eat together again.
Your soft hands still touch me
Leaving your smell of curiosity and love.
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I love your smile
That comes from far as a surprise.
I cherish your muscles
Standing behind me with no doubt.
I have your free words
In the hungry heart of a youngster
I hold your hand tight
Even when your ideas are somewhere else.
Physical touch as a surprise
Wakes me up in the lab.
Caught up by my brain activities
And passionate planning
I forgot my presence, my breasts, my curls,
My natural charm.
My forehead corrugated and my heart
longing for an experiment to end.
The impossible happened.
The door is closed and the lights dim
When I look into the future of this adventure.
Only alone I see the reason,
the hidden underwater thread
Through my days and my hands.
I wish it was passing through my head.
I am rain of numbers
In this stream of data and strings
When your name falls.
Many years gone by
Under the sun and under the clouds.
Only to me it is
Still a punch in the stomach
Joy and cuddles jump out of the bowl
Of my overcooked yellow rice.
The chemicals of saffron hug me and restore
With a steady hand.
The fierce has no flashy attire or elaborated hairstyle.
It is a red for in a million crowd.
The energy needs no contact to transfer,
Yet it powers the surroundings.
The love is visible in a storm.
I jump in the air while sitting still
In this pinky sunset in a deserted office.
I sing in my head pretending to listen
In this meeting with too few friends.
I dance to a sweet melody
For each moment that gives me clarity.
The data are running wild chasing each
other in the living room,
the words of the manuscript are looking for a closure
among the glassware,
and another year passed.
Attending the details left from the year of the focus,
the new year fell on us with clarity and love.
I slide and watch my step,
I see the crystals shine
In this early morning
And Xmas comes in.
A fire gives its first sparks
In that moment of ice age
Melting the fear away
leaving feathery ashes of love.
My hand is pink and soft,
It points forward and is ready to grab yours.
Do you see it in this autumn fog?
The orange trees cheer us up when
Ups and downs entertain us
And give us reasons for long coffees.
Like wood I will grow,
Slow and steady in my nature,
A Strong support with little holes.
I will stretch my Arms to gather energy
and sustain the little forest friends.
I will find me with my Head up to the sun,
and a caring shadow below.
I have my hypothesis,
My experiments will prove it.
Lazy to self correction and proud
I will not look sideways.
Is that my husband?
We hugged and kissed.
I sweetly insisted.
He was not amused, he was not my husband.
You speak soft words
In a language dear to me.
The memories fly in and life makes sense again.
A friend is more than a ear or a shoulder,
It is our hand and eyes,
A family of sounds,
A nest of stranger’s feathers,
a piece of the stubborn beating leathery heart.
Well dressed animals with endangered opinions
Scan the floor and the offices
To locate their natural spot.
Women with confidence
Judge, yet support each other,
Holding invisible hands during each meeting.
I won again
And I sit in this train of early explorers.
I won again
And I found that smile for my face
I won again
And I will hunt or gather for our family
One day more.
The bed is too big for us,
Who search hands and check on each other.
The apartment is too big for us,
Who eat sitting nearby and from the same plate.
The city is too big for us,
Who share passions and destinations.
The world is too big for us,
Who travel together and fight the two body problem.
We speak different languages,
Or so they say,
In this small world.
We understand like a mum the child
When the intention is with us,
Not our passports
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Some proteins survive boiling,
Some enzymes live happily ever after
The long drop freezing,
Some peptides bind like a child to a mum,
I will be a curly lysozyme today,
Hard working and efficient,
Yet sweet to taste.
Oh dear Subversive attitude
That pushed me put of bed
And makes me still feel
like a pizza with sugar,
Like a chest served frozen,
Like a promise with crossed fingers.
You Changed me
and make me feel out of place.
Respected but subject of curiosity,
Innovation gives me a glow.
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.
Cold texture of pure poetry
Falling romantic on the street,
you, snow of this troubled winter,
Warm up my heart.
Unexpected and desired,
You infused magic in a routine too calculated
And hands that only work,
And do not caress enough.
I support with my orders,
My leadership annoys you
Yet keeps the boat afloat
And the night tight.
Your silence and complaints
Support me in the days
Of fights and hateful discussions
Worth a soft touch.
The year starts dark
And cold on my face
While you sleep sweet.
Tiny and helpless in your bed,
You gather your strength and fearless
Explore and learn each day.
Brave, yet a baby,
Curious, yet checking on mum,
Each day you grow away
And into my life.
i hear my heart screaming
And my mind shushing it
With no respect.
Timid and true
The heart keeps silent
And the show goes on.
I am surrounded by balance
With a under loud core.
True to myself,
I open the valve.
Close to my body,
Your little young breath paces my life
Baby with innocent face
And voice of thunder,
Your sweetness spices my life
The heat brings my personality
To the limits and towards the feedjngs
I have seen seldom and fear.
Dried patience, heart of an arsonist,
Warmth of a mother
Form my orbit and stretch around my open arms.
Open arms with your shape.
Refill these hands
That worked hard and bled today
To add beauty and respect
To old clothes.
Hands not smooth and not shy
That travel quick through the stitches
And join the borders of a hot Sunday.
Give them water, a shake, and a rest
In your lap
Until fresh again.
The warm hat looks ridiculous
On a heard of girls and many years.
Decision is taken
And other’s opinions don’t count
When winter hold me tight.
My head is up.
A full day on my shoulders
And lots of satisfactions
Point towards a new direction.
Taking time to notice,
Each gesture is a responsibility
And a plan for the future.
Love is green
And grows unattended
Between your pinky toes.
Soft and flexible
You do not notice it
Still enjoy its silent support.
Years have passed
Studies have been completed,
Or only new?
I restrict my fence
And move them closer to my belly
Creating a nest I can only fit in.
Hay and dry flowers around me
Cover this atmosphere of mistrust
And, for a while,
The greyness gets a shade of nature.
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
What comes through the window
Is a gift and a tool
That chances and love
Send you today.
I have only a Narrow breeze
That can cross
And the empty air can still
Make me close my eyes and
Bear natural freshness.
Communication if a flux of energy
And a gift
To dispense in drops.
Iridescent and unique they flow
To the valley between us
And merge with yours
On a blend marking unequivocally
Eyes that question
And smile that hugs me,
I cannot avoid you.
Tired of everything,
I will search for you
And rejoice of the present.
Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.
Confident and relaxed in my home,
I seek connections and touch
through the winding cable.
Time makes no difference,
Distance is a metaphor,
And conversations are selected
To energise and enrich