I throw my mind
Over the wall using a single hand
And wait for the bump.
If was searching for novelty,
It might have found it.
What is new is still hidden
And i can only excite in its imminent rise.
Mind will tell me,
Among thoughts of routine,
What I could not imagine
and get thrilled for
Only few days ago..
Repurpose and relocate
Ideas and memories and free that space.
Push hard and lean forward,
Roots will break
And be reborn on the first day
of unexpected sun
To hold you strong
And let you live out of balance.
The thrill is on
After I actively pushed myself
To imagine a future
With its roots on the happenings of today.
Each day possibilities form in the space around me
And i only have to train my patience
As a gardener in September.
Leave me behind with no regret,
I will thank you when I will reach you,
Alone and proud,
Tired and older.
We share no path,
Yet we walk together,
And hold hands against the tide.
The rain is coming
And the daisy closes its petals
Waiting patiently for the good day.
Nature tells the way.
Let time pass,
And stay closed
For the turmoil to be over.
Gathering emotions and transforming them
In those little wrinkles and kilos who do not leave
Is a tireless job
I seem not to be able to escape.
Making visible what can only be felt
Is a talent of man,
Yet an embarrassing mark.