Plane mode

Doing less and communicating less
To live on ‘plane mode’
And catch the unexpected details.
A fix crosses the street,
A flower earlier than the others,
A child laughing for no reason
Are entertainments needing no connection.

Window opening

The skyscraper is empty
When the dark falls inside and outside.
Alone at the desk,
Thoughts chase each other
And your will to open that window
Returns.
Escaping or expanding
Towards the new
Is so refreshing.

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