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.

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.

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.