Yellow rice

Joy and cuddles jump out of the bowl

Of my overcooked yellow rice.

The chemicals of saffron hug me and restore

My balance

With a steady hand.

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The new year fell on us

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.

Warm like bread

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.

pizza with sugar

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.