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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?

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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.

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.

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