Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.
The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.
Renaissance of the heart and the spirit
And twists this monochrome day
Of typing and visualizing.
Colleagues and their enthusiasm
anchor me to the ground
And to the needs of reality
While a coffee restore the peace
and priorities for joy.
Apparent and joyful to my eyes.
Sitting at the desk,
I can imagine its energy
And feel my skin vibrating.
I long for the sun
That neglects this office
To embrace those working open-air.
I live the paradox
Of being tired by sitting
And being bored by data plotting.
Refusing the surrounding drama
I enjoy my own thoughts and daydream
With my mind as a private cinema.
And the crowd pretended not to know
The real reason behind the happenings.
Silent faces and thin smiles
Surround those who play dirty
And those who portray a reality
in sharp colours
Removing the tones that give joy
The expected reaction is easy to give
yet painful to live
as a sweetener in the coffee
It fools you for only a little while
While it makes you thrive for honesty.
Fluffy and curly behind the screen
My hair reveal my presence.
What characterizes each of us
Is out of our control
As the feelings we instill in our friends.
Awe, respect, for empathy
Are born in a millisecond
But linger and build the portray we remember
Of those who influence us.
Sit next to me
While I drink this tea
To refresh my acceptance of the world
And water my ideas.
A blooming on a cloudy day can be expected
As an impossible flower on the shortest day of winter
When ideas are dear and always cuddled.
Captivated and nullified
By the big screen in my face
I forget the value of each minute
And tho appreciate the specialty of my companions.
Actively remind yourself
Your Uniqueness for the setting,
The actions and the peers
Drawing the landscape
While you sit and stare
Our run and connect.
Soundtrack of the office
Are charts and silence
Until the brewing is initiated.
No comments are needed
to gather the people around
The Little kettle on the corner table.
Staring and leaning
We form a circle around the boiling water
And our faces glow in the moment of peace.
This is my life, welcome,
In the jungle of numbers and proteins
In the constant chaos
I am fighting against with my soft pinky fingers.
A messy desk in front
And an organized library behind
Symbolize the opposites I am living in
Squeezed between vivid creativity and brainless management.
That current through the body
The sweat in palms
Announces me a change.
The dam opens when you don’t expect it
And manning the wave is difficult
But as it comes
Building a new scenario.
Always looking forward and nothing is enough
is the trap that takes the flavour away
from your pizza and the chat with your colleague.
A slow typing day, a smooth never-ending coffee,
and a thorough look out the window
gives the time to breath
and find a new horizon.