Rich

Sitting on a bench

For a time i cannot measure,

I taste those pauses

Of doing nothing

While enriching

My life.

Workaholic

I often deny the beauty
Of the world passing by
And neglect the true source
Of a life to remember.
Springing water can clean my avidity
With its transparent and youth
And I will make sure I will get surprised
Each time.

Invest

Silence that voice
and break that poking finger
Before having a rest.
Your eyes close
And a million possibilities rise
When you invest in dreaming.

Resting

Questioning what is right
And the correctness of a situation
Is no recipe for rest.
No meaningful sleep comes
From thriving on troubled waters
and cloudy days of the mind.

Monday theft

My stomac bumping,
My breathing getting short
Tell me another Monday is coming.
In its simplicity,
A single day can grab the freedom
of the whole weekend.
Time spent walking
Among flowers and mountains,
The curious stirring for an exotic dish,
The calls with the lived ones
Get immediately sorted as memories,
Once the Monday comes.