Rich

Sitting on a bench

For a time i cannot measure,

I taste those pauses

Of doing nothing

While enriching

My life.

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.

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.

After work

My arms are crossed
And my thoughts far away
When the bell rings.
The day is over
Or does it start?
I head home and fill the last hours
With tenderness and personality
Until the sleep comes
And my heart holds a list
With minute-long experiences and small memories.

Rain reason

I am grounded by the drops
Of this rain with no reason
And purpose.
It is regular, yet unexpected and comfortable
Like a familiar face
that left long time ago
And is now back to wake you up.

Lake Sunday

The crowd surrounds me
and the water splashed while I lay
Dried in the sun of a lazy Sunday.
The last glimpse of summer
condenses in drops on my skin
while the green landscape lingers.

Emergency holidays

Hours have been spent
Like nickels
On research projects with no taste
And the days passed like a single breath.
You don’t know how
But midsummer is here
And you are not prepared.
Time to take those emergency holidays.

Night feeling

Few hours can feel
Like a whole expedition
And I now, tired, vanish
blending in the night.
Releasing control,
My head wonders
Happy like a child
At the end of the day.

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.

Future in the rain

Pointy and curious
The rain pokes my face
Carelessly
On a Monday of busy with procrastinating
My future.
Don’t stop,
It keeps me awake
and anchored to the present,
The only certain thing I have.

Welcome night

The end of this day comes unattended
But those who jump in projects
With passion and selflessness.
Those five minutes alone in the dark
Are a dream during the day
And a hug for the heart at night
When solitude is healing.

Sofa decisions

The safety of the blanket
Reassures me in the day
Of difficult decisions.
Warm and silent
It leaves space to my decisions
And always agrees.
It also pushes me away
With its uncomfortable heart
When the time has come
To turn decisions into action.

Prioritize not

Hold my own while I tell you
That time passes and leaves a mark
Even if you are inactive.
Thinking on the chair or prey of boredom
Your thoughts rebel and imprint a stir
To the present inside you
Unconsciously prioritizing your future..