Love is green
And grows unattended
Between your pinky toes.
Soft and flexible
You do not notice it
Still enjoy its silent support.
Years have passed
Studies have been completed,
Or only new?
Boss support
I live differently,
Comfortable and unique
In my spacious 1% of opinions,
Future wishes, and behaviour.
No stream against, just a beautiful panorama
I contemplate sitting
With you, boss.
Isolation
I am thrilled
By the pursuance of your support
And your clear reading of reality.
Trying not to personally analyse
The surrounding actors,
I guard my core
And hide,
Behind a little golden fence
Of love.
Lab team
I opened today the door
To trust and uncertainty
To give a chance to a future
I cannot imagine.
In every lab,
Peers and rivals
Put their word in the closing sentence
And hold shaky hands
in times of indetermination.
Honey addiction
Like honey and lemon
On my wounds
You protect and punish
My spontaneity and openness
To this world of fake smiles.
I hold you in days of storm
And give you my blanket in days of consolation,
Addicted as I am to your honey.
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.
Early bloom
Once hidden below the melting snow,
The premature sun is back to shine.
Stretching my weekend leaves
I build my strength to bloom
Once the situation is favorable.
and the opening of the surrounding clouds,
strong with the support of those who see far,
Here I Stand alone in the middle of the field.
