Poem for the day you can’t stop crying

Dams are extreme measures
And you could not escape or see our coming.
Flooding cold leaves you empty,
Like a desert ready to blossom
after a long century.
Alone you watch and dig for solutions
You only have.
You will get over it,
You will learn from it
You are everything it takes
You feel better when you remember this.
You did it already
You are consoling the most important person
And you hands close on each other
And you are not alone anymore.

Rainy Monday, smiley Monday

Rain keeps me anchored,
Lazy in lockdown and fearful in life
But my imagination travels wild.
My face sighs and demands fresh humid air.
I leave the comfort
And a friend lits a spark
In my mental algorithms and my future.
She knows how
To feed my mind and the Ambition
That on Mondays
Wakes up hungry and angry.
Little monster of mine,
I love you.

Fresh air, fresh start

A step outside the lab
Is often just enough
And the beginning of a journey.
No idea comes crushing numbers
Or relating tasks.
Fresh air oxygenates the brain
And lets your mind evade naive.
A childish mind thrives in moments of creative hunger.

Bodytalk

My body doesn’t shout
But Wakes me up with cramps and worries.
It subtly tells me they way
Where the grass is greener and
There numbers add up
To a magic life of success.
Money give joy
When donated,
Hands busy
When proud,
Belly keeps Silent
When heard,
head is happy
When held up high.

Dance me to the moon

I jump in the air while sitting still

In this pinky sunset in a deserted office.

I sing in my head pretending to listen

In this meeting with too few friends.

I dance to a sweet melody

For each moment that gives me clarity.

Plant me

Chlorophyll-rich are my holidays.

Below my body in the day

And in my hands in the night,

Grass and flowers empower my journey.

I am

Relaxing and breathing

The fresh green.

Grass

In the hard times

Of pressing numeric desires and ignorant opinions,

I find myself dreaming grass.

Extended and surrounding grass

Breaths with me

And cuddle my thin roots

While i gather the energy

for the next tiny personal jump.

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.

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.

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.

Definitive not

Definitive is a word
with no time
And little space in my life.
Definite decisions
are always on hold
And dynamically turning on themselves
To find the comfortable spot
In the situation.

Desk mirror

Even this tiny mirror
Can entrap my pride
When choosing what to do
And, this way, be.
Like milestones on the long road,
It will return me the truth
Regularly and unasked.

Story show

My story is apparent
On the skin of my willing hands
And on the edges of my smiling mouth.
I have written thousands of sentences,
Yet none is enough
Or necessary.

Music hole

The Black hole is approaching,
Sucking me in with its energy
Of criticism and judgement.
I builds my personal joke
To laugh inside while I agree
To your pointing fingers.
No Black on me but only radiating music.

Self protection

In this day of treasure hunts and inquisitive looks,
I move slowly asking the people of the lab.
Envy and demands appeared together
But my persona is well defined
And the borders guarded.
Short but sneaky, the human fence
Cannot be fooled.

Diary directions

Learning the hard way
And writing its lessons
That hardly persist in the behaviour.
A diary as a manual
With no formulas or perfect fittings
But personalised coordinates for your route.

Active waiting

Little second and endless minutes
Of inactivity
Decorate my day
While surfing the web of paying attention
To the greedy phone.
I feel their emptiness and their frustration.
I fill them with mindfulness and self-consciousness.

Time break

The importance of events
Is measured in the time
They demand from us.
Taking the time
Is standing still
And yet it is hard.
Allowing ourselves experiences is a luxury
And a lesson to learn
We all owe to our selves
Running everyday
In fields of discomfort.

Trust your hands and step forward

Years of hypotheses and confrontation
Gave you that idea
Of marvelous potential
And unmeasurable impact
For the people and the society.
You cuddle it in your mind
You question it and lay it to rest
Each day until the right moment.
If it makes sense
If it is feasible
Depends only on you
And your hands and vision.
You prove it
You make it reasonable and accepted
Against the critics and odds of statistics.
Trust your hands and step forward.

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