Invisible and hard,
The cold of this gorge reaches me
And swipes away
the comfort of this Sunday.
Nature touches me
and like a stream Refills my hands.
Gathering emotions and transforming them
In those little wrinkles and kilos who do not leave
Is a tireless job
I seem not to be able to escape.
Making visible what can only be felt
Is a talent of man,
Yet an embarrassing mark.
At the fair
A windy and smart day
Was offered today
To blow away the old dust and
Welcome blooming plants and candy balloons
Held in tiny hands.
A start with neon colours and glitter sugar
Can only bring
Life-changing Surprises and hugging encounters.
Apparent and joyful to my eyes.
Sitting at the desk,
I can imagine its energy
And feel my skin vibrating.
I long for the sun
That neglects this office
To embrace those working open-air.
Doing less and communicating less
To live on ‘plane mode’
And catch the unexpected details.
A fix crosses the street,
A flower earlier than the others,
A child laughing for no reason
Are entertainments needing no connection.
The seed slowly dies
Until spring when with effort
Gives life to the plant
He always condensed.
No doubts or mistakes
He can make
And only that true plant
Lost in doubts,
I cannot grow.
A few centimeters
Hide the naive seed of Chillies
In the soil of nature.
Sleeping and dreaming
Becomes conscious with the light
And cheerful with the warmth
Of the spring behind the corner.