Many years as distant friends
have collapsed in a blink
and sank into a hot cup that reassures
my hand and my wild thoughts.
Regret tastes not good
to me and is a dish I do not order.
Even a cup of coffee can be half full.
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My hand is pink and soft,
It points forward and is ready to grab yours.
Do you see it in this autumn fog?
The orange trees cheer us up when
Ups and downs entertain us
And give us reasons for long coffees.
Chocolate grip
The noise of these data is killing me
One dot at the time,
Shooting on the blank space.
Lack of order and lack of grip
On this rushing days
Condense in chocolate abuse.
Noisy job, noisy pals
I bounce in my day
from a not-so-shy alarm clock
To a vibrating train,
Reaching whistling bus.
Arrived, I am now protected
By peers and furniture.
Only the instruments do not collaborate
And offer me agitation, shaking, bubbling, and stirring
On a silver platter.
Thin grass
My feet are softened by the office
But find a strong support
In this thin grass.
It gives them air and sincerity,
The honesty of plants
And the hope of seasons.
Slow steps to work
No bacteria will make me rush,
No ppt will control my steps
And slowly as a flat balloon
I will slide on the floor
And reach my desk.
The day the rain fell heavily
Walking in the rain I miss my coat,
the white and unbreakable cocoon from the outside
keeps me warm and confident on the inside.
Long sleeves to let the stress and bad outcomes
pour down.
Holidays
Your pipettes are still smoking
And your notes on scrap paper
When the holidays arrive.
A feeling of incomplete and guilt descends
While you leave the long concrete corridor.
your mind rushes
to plan and refine elegant experiments
Not to waste time
While your bikini awaits you.
