Horoscope room

Bubbles in the room
Encapsulate ideas and experiments
Forming a personalized constellation.
The horoscope tells a story
Of falls and traps
On the way to a more understanding atmosphere
And the final disclosure of your potential.

Bikini crazy

I today rediscover that skin breathes
and how solar radiation empowers my thoughts
and turns me into a powerful and brave curl.
Summer at its full potential
and me peak together this year
in the middle of an unpredictable July.

2 July, 2017 20:59

Baby cherry on asphalt floor among dry leaves
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24 June, 2017 23:00

Zoomed picture of pink flower buds with pentagonal shape
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Office distribution

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.

15 June, 2017 21:37

Zoomed picture of yellow rose bud
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Patented attitude

I have a patented rule
To let time pass and enrich
While the world thoughts around me.
The power of distraction
And the potential of absurdity
Are my companions
To spice up days
With no deserved strain.

26 April, 2017 17:26

23 April, 2017 21:13

No Limits

The limits of a repetitive and recurrent nature
Are confronted with the infinity of the molecules
Orchestrating a bigger design
As crowded modern cities
Fit in single statistical values.
Find your scale, find your limits,
Start pushing.

Idea queue

The regret for those ideas
Of brilliant impact
Testing on the sofa
Of lack of equipments
And of lack of time
Takes my sleep away.
Today I moved then
From the sofa to the corridor
Ready to go out
And get tested open air.

Young heart in the lab

I see your young eyes investigate the lab
Still blind to the unsolved forms
In each corner.
The will to learn comes with a fear
and a personal journey
That is never considered and hard to predict
In intensity.
Your basis is solid yet green
Holding promise for us all
Too old but not too naive not to be still afraid.

Brain me

Treated like a child,
The brain learns and adapts
To the current of happenings and demands
We live in.
Cuddled it rests
And hides the power
Of future adventures
In the land of everyday’s science.