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28 Nov 2019

Touch

I wish i could touch

My life through the passing landscape.

Just through my eyes,

The story unrolls

And leaves no mark.

It is not forgotten

What made today singular

But not material

And only mine.

Snowy hearts

Cold texture of pure poetry

Falling romantic on the street,

you, snow of this troubled winter,

Warm up my heart.

Unexpected and desired,

You infused magic in a routine too calculated

And hands that only work,

And do not caress enough.

Silent hand

I support with my orders,

My leadership annoys you

Yet keeps the boat afloat

And the night tight.

Your silence and complaints

Support me in the days

Of fights and hateful discussions

Worth a soft touch.

Aran

The year starts dark

And cold on my face

While you sleep sweet.

Tiny and helpless in your bed,

You gather your strength and fearless

Explore and learn each day.

Brave, yet a baby,

Curious, yet checking on mum,

Each day you grow away

And into my life.

VIF very important friend

The pointy finger of this VIF

Shows what avoid friend is and

is poking me

on the shoulder where I hide my brilliant ideas.

It digs into my frustrations,

It picks on my potential,

IT pushes me forward.

A friend needs only the tip of a finger.

Heart scream

i hear my heart screaming

And my mind shushing it

With no respect.

Timid and true

The heart keeps silent

And the show goes on.

I am surrounded by balance

With a under loud core.

True to myself,

I open the valve.

Fast theory

Far from my lab,

Into another protein world,

The wife man builds a theory.

Elegantly portrayed

It suits now on my desk,

In a childish naïve email

Pointing a finger at me.

Life change

The variables have changed,

Rearranged on a new order

In this life of unknown value.

Today a new road has been taken

And I am energized

As never before.

Sunday grass

The green needles below me

Caress and welcome

This moment of uncertainty.

I am a surrender

to the power of nature

And i now navigate

With a wind of change and no thoughts.

Breaking

Your body whispers

A break is needed.

Reluctant and fearful

You move your body

while your mind conputes

and forecasts experimental results.

The coffee is warm

Yet fades quickly

In the run to a career.

Checkmate

Don’t Wait
Move to the next cell
Black or white
Will give you an adventure
Making up your life.
Jumping worth no rule
The breeze brings enthusiasm
through the hair,
Cell after cell.

Prey

I am today

An easy prey

Of big dreams and things i may

Scars of past illusions

Are easily forgotten but still visible.

Fooling myself

I wrote and talk

Planning a future I cannot control.

Watery summer

The heat brings my personality

To the limits and towards the feedjngs

I have seen seldom and fear.

Dried patience, heart of an arsonist,

Warmth of a mother

Form my orbit and stretch around my open arms.

Open arms with your shape.

Jump the wall

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..

Protein army

To which protein

I owe my day?

To the social that makes me breath?

To the tiny that shuttle energy?

Or to the millions outside my body?

Many and unique,

Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target,

Proteins give me everyday

That molecular food

I cannot find on my table.

Tired hands

Refill these hands

That worked hard and bled today

To add beauty and respect

To old clothes.

Hands not smooth and not shy

That travel quick through the stitches

And join the borders of a hot Sunday.

Give them water, a shake, and a rest

In your lap

Until fresh again.

Life juice

Everything that gives me hope

Is made of words and imagination.

It lies in my head

Ready to spring

And fill me with joy.

I plan projects, days, months, life,

Yet the good flavour comes from the unexpected

And my mouth has never enough.

Breathing out

I pushed myself

And the sofa is far away.

The green around gives a new pace

To my breathing and expectations

For this life

That’s never enough.

Lose control, embrace your music,

Restart fresh each time.

Growing Roots

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.

Future today

What hides in the grass

Grown in this day of transition?

Fruits like Easter eggs

Are hard to see,

Yet precious and rewarding

For the eye of the naïve.

Work, health, friends, emails, future plans

Are ripening hidden in the green

Of hope and routine.

Bored at the desk

The duty and the honour

Of working and walking

While all i see

Is time going by

With no flavour.

Patiently i shout and consider

Possibilities and present chances

Inventing a new setting

For me, for us,

Where time is only in the background

And not so abundant.

Office magnet

My stomach a fist

When entering the door

Of predigested decisions

And bland ideas.

The tiny speckle of hope

And possibility of self expression

keeps me going

In and out.

Free speech

I heard you say the truth

In that long meeting of no use

What you really thought

And was hiding behind my ear,

And the room was free.

Forced respect vanished

And my search for the way to

Ended.

Ridiculous hat

The warm hat looks ridiculous

On a heard of girls and many years.

Decision is taken

And other’s opinions don’t count

When winter hold me tight.

Comfortable inside,

My head is up.

Constellation

A full day on my shoulders

And lots of satisfactions

Point towards a new direction.

Taking time to notice,

Each gesture is a responsibility

And a plan for the future.

Fantasy cosy

I twist my time

Advocating for everybody

Ok this synthetic office chair.

I forget my story,

While I actively and furiously write it

Reach moment.

Frustrated by inaction,

I surrender to fantasy.

Dark work

The dark has come

Yet the day is not over.

The list of still long

And the appealing tasks

Are queuing for my attention.

I trust my watch

And keep on trying

While my brain wears its pyjama.

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