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.

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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.

Holiday counting