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Rainy Monday, smiley Monday

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.

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Bodytalk

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
When donated,
Hands busy
When proud,
Belly keeps Silent
When heard,
head is happy
When held up high.

Stubborn desire forward

No window is open enough
Or garden fresh sufficiently
Today.
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

Exposing the core

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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Baby click

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 do

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.

Charming brain

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.

Alone with the plan

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

Passing idle

Through my days and my hands.

I wish it was passing through my head.

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