Naive and green backgrounds
Of days marked by decisions,
Plants can help and become dear friends.
Comforting chocolate and warm chamomile
Support my journey
To the land nobody promised.
Flowers of mallow and leaves of mint hug
each page of my diary.
Escaped from the lab coat,
Devoid of ask analytic tools,
I dive into the garden
And let geometries of leaves
And flying perfumes surprise me.
They narrate a story
Written only for me
That will take me away
For the most precious moment of the day.
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.
A few centimeters
Hide the naive seed of Chillies
In the soil of nature.
Sleeping and dreaming
Becomes conscious with the light
And cheerful with the warmth
Of the spring behind the corner.
Thinking blue, thinking copper,
I sink in rings and oxygen bubbles.
How to describe perfect coordination?
Little hands hold the ion,
Tiny rings lay in you,
And magic happens.