Tools abound in our surroundings
And chemistry and physics
Can be explain.
The not so rounds drop,
The love of the microwave for water,
The boiling of pasta.
Phenomena that hide from us,
But also Hide laws and formulas.
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
I often deny the beauty
Of the world passing by
And neglect the true source
Of a life to remember.
Springing water can clean my avidity
With its transparent and youth
And I will make sure I will get surprised
Fast and straight it climbs the mountain
With the lord nose being its motor
And the admiring faces its cargo.
The little train knows its way,
On the tract that forbidden to humans,
And its personality is antique and unique,
yet home to the roaming foreigners.
Even on this tortuous mountain
In this dry day off July,
I feel you watching me
With Your magnifying lens.
Your rules are met
And my sweat will drop to the floor
At any minute.
Your lens makes you feel powerful,
Yet it burns me in my place in the sun.
I am happy you kept control today
And let time pass
Waiting for the right moment
Hide your weapons
And enjoy the circus
Offered freely every day.
The letting go
And the waiting
Are a nice new exercise
To learn the art of living.
What was struggle and effort
Is now attention and observation.
Setting new rules for a new game.
Hard life in they lab
Where hard materials and soft dreams
I don’t feel I deserve
Your pastel smiles and encouragement
When my data are a Pollock
And my protocol a rollercoaster.
Be there and keep quiet
To watch the show.