Sunday at last

Routine tires me and each day
a challenge is born.
Many children follow me around and I chase
them like a cat fireflies.
My energy is fuelled
my smile fed
only Sundays interrupt.

Sitting still, only outside

Meditation and thinking
Force your energy and focus your intentions.
Frustrate your legs
and tickle your imagination.
Is stopping moving forward?

Freedom in a box

The box is well defined
The walls high but reachable,
Yet a fresh air is coming through
And I breath freedom.
I think inside the box,
Generate space and ideas
And opinions and opportunities.

UV filter, no filter

There sun is high and my favourite
energy source
In days of uncertainty.
I cannot eat chocolate enough,
My batteries cannot hold enough coffee
Only the sun holds my hand
Always.
No SPF50, no UV filters, please.

Look up there is a cloud

Data are absorbing me,

The blue light of the screen is tuning my circadian rhythm,

Old samples accumulate

And I have forgotten my vision.

That question pulls me,

That chocolate gives me five minutes of heaven.

Look up, there is a cloud,

had you noticed?

Your place in the world

Your place in the world is safe,

You can sit down.

You don’t have to fight your colleague,

Or snoop over their shoulder,

or steal their solutions,

Or guess their ideas.

You place in the world is empty,

You should decorate it.

You don’t have to copy your neighbours,

Or hire their gardener,

Or paint your façade as they like.

The doorbell will always ring only for you.

Breathing out

I pushed myself

And the sofa is far away.

The green around gives a new pace

To my breathing and expectations

For this life

That’s never enough.

Lose control, embrace your music,

Restart fresh each time.

Constellation

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.

Minutes distillation

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

Train catcher

Rushing to the train
Is an art on its own
That only with intelligence you can master.
Quick and instinctive my steps
used to accelerate behind the illusion
Of being the first.
I was crashed and let alone on the track.
I learnt too appreciate each step
That with consciousness I stamp on the ground
And can guide myself faster to the station.

Music hole

The Black hole is approaching,
Sucking me in with its energy
Of criticism and judgement.
I builds my personal joke
To laugh inside while I agree
To your pointing fingers.
No Black on me but only radiating music.

Reality relax

Reality is simple, basic and unavoidable
While excitement lives
Of plans and future scenarios,
Articulated between good ideas and stiff judgements.
I acknowledge and relax in the reality
Around me.

Water within

I sip slowlsy this day
made of too much talking
and too little fresh air.
I let no minute pass under my eyes
while the night rises
with its promise of companion and delight.

Active waiting

Little second and endless minutes
Of inactivity
Decorate my day
While surfing the web of paying attention
To the greedy phone.
I feel their emptiness and their frustration.
I fill them with mindfulness and self-consciousness.

Improvisation

I move my hands with care
But my eyes look at the future
As if it was more appealing
When certain.
Adrenalin and serotonin
Swim in improvisation and quick responses
Candid like swans
But frantic like their paws
Under the water.

Joyful moments

Wearing a dress,
Finding an old friend,
Discovering your name in a protein sequence
Are moments that pass quickly
But leave a mark
Between the boring yesterday
And the smiling now.

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.

Saturn left

Good day today
When little satisfactions
Fall like petals in a spring morning.
The skills you forgot you had
Resurface naive
And the good spirit
Dresses each moment with a smile.
The horoscope was positive.

Rain

Fantastic is the rain
quiet and constant pacing the moments.
Rain of renewal and rain of absence
In the moment when the routine
stops with you
And the drops are there to keep you present.

Milestones

Rites of passage are laid on the way,
Open arches with no doors
Mark the distance from the first steps
And from the first fears.
Each is a no way back station
Of tears and rewards
That only standing alone
Can hug you completely.

Sunday evening

Each second a treasure
On Sunday evening
When the outside goes dark
And the sofa is what counts.
No space for worries
No space for proteins
No space for experiments
In the present.

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