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.

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Stick around

The work revolves around
With a touch of nonsense and void.
What makes sense to me
Is not a peculiarity and of no importance
To the reasonless pressure and optimization.
I will observe and learn,
I will stick around.

Holiday counting

Pajama at work

I will not stay awake
Or feed on chocolate
Examining your assumptions
And what is expected from me.
I will love in pajama
Inside
And cuddle my desk and computer
Like a lover does
To support and let the best grow.

Resting

Questioning what is right
And the correctness of a situation
Is no recipe for rest.
No meaningful sleep comes
From thriving on troubled waters
and cloudy days of the mind.

Bumpy life

In a busy life of words and actions
The difficulty is observing in silence and discovering
What is recurrent.
Randomly bumping the elbows to corners and pains,
We leave a trail that tells our story
And passes often through points of significance.
Few points with value
Are like benches where to feel at home
And safely alone.

Reading the scene

Prescribe me that tablet
That silences the worries
and flattens all shades to grey.
I will hide the what makes people different
And paint them all pink
To provoke me smile in the tedious morning.
I will sometimes give them features
And dots will appear making them artists from the circus.
My life to amuse and surprise
While the world is slowly entertaining me.

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.

Next

Unbelievable sky
That changes with my life,
Where will you take me next?
My feet are tired, my soul still insatiable
Of moments full of questions
And instants with the legs up.

12 March, 2017 18:47

Growing Thorns

These days I wander
How to grow woody dark thorns
While carrying in with life.
Building a protection system
While keeping dangers at bay
Is like building a dam
While swimming.
Think not too long thorns
Will come from the expressing
Of controversial opinions and dark feelings.

Creative management

This is my life, welcome,
In the jungle of numbers and proteins
In the constant chaos
I am fighting against with my soft pinky fingers.
A messy desk in front
And an organized library behind
Symbolize the opposites I am living in
Squeezed between vivid creativity and brainless management.

30 December, 2016 11:54