Warm like bread

The bed is too big for us,

Who search hands and check on each other.

The apartment is too big for us,

Who eat sitting nearby and from the same plate.

The city is too big for us,

Who share passions and destinations.

The world is too big for us,

Who travel together and fight the two body problem.

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Dimension hunt

The moon is certainly outside my window
I know it from school and from experience.
The moon so white and distant
Sheds an objective value
on what demands my attention today
But does not deserve it.
I feel big in my box of thoughts
And small in an universe
That is expanding.
Closing my eyes I find my dimension
And only my pink small hands can measure my zone of action.

Painting research

Trust me when I say
Tomorrow holds no final result.
The move you made today
will take you forward
Maybe a step maybe a mile
But the final is out of sight.
Today and tomorrow will merge
And your silent efforts will translate
In a stroke of brush
On a painting that will never reach
The final version.
You watch it from too close now,
You cannot create it alone,
But you will see it the day you dare to drift back.