Waterproof and windproof I sail out
Feeling a fearless warrior and sneaky cat
in my soft belly.
An army of characters and attitudes
Populate me and take shifts
To go through this Monday
And to make it glittery and eye-catching
Like that romantic movie
On the big screen.
Needles of rain in a bright hopeful sun
Surprise after a day of struggle
And closing doors on my face.
When you surrender and stop fighting and planning,
Nature winks at you
And pulls tricks out of her bag.
Knees at the chest,
Facing the first sun
While the hunting thoughts of the night
Another today starts
And with open arms
I welcome its schedules
But long for its situations of apparent impossibility
Where my mind is lit and
Rushed to a personal solution.
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.
Fist bump yourself
You survived this Monday of craziness
And discovering the borders of patience.
More than work it is ordinal development
And living in denial to survive
The flat energy level in the room
While you invest and build your imaginary life
Of colourful pancakes and coffees.
Tomorrow is a new itinerary
Open like a door to people and events.
They enter, they sit down
And tell me their story.
It is hard to listen
But fills my heart with sadness and wisdom
And teaches my hands the tricks to survive
Passively swaying through the streets,
Comfortably in the grey stay of my bus,
The situation changes
And I change too.
Prepare to plan
And prepare to interact
For building you personal scientififc revolution.
Subtle subtle, Monday approaches
With smooth slippers and warm tea
In its hands.
Behind your shoulders it whispers
Worth a weak voice
That always catches yours mind.
It will be Monday tomorrow,
But a sunny Monday.
I take a walk
And hope it lasts so long
As Monday is quickly coming
And I am not ready
For its routine and vanity.
Corner after corner
I prolong this escape
And enough fresh air sinks in
To survive the shock of tomorrow.