Consistency and authenticity
Border the road
Where I roam apparently free.
Direction is forward
On the long term,
But today i will go sideway
And free myself
From the restrain of the map
Of a well accepted career.
Tickling brain
Numbers in the table,
Like kids holding hands in a line,
Show me the direction
While tickling my brain
In this hide-and-seek game.
The pull and magic of the hidden trend
Make me a solo artist
Behind the curtain of an unapologetic stage.
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.
Revenge will
Routine and curiosity killed the cat.
After shouting questions falling in thin air
And donating uniqueness to a future not his,
The wise woman sits still and observes the decline.
A million scenarios run through his head
Some fascinating, some of no effort
And tickle his will of revenge
Oxymoron proofing
I move from one extreme to other
Picturing oxymoronic reality
To point the weak link
Of the theory.
Proceeding by extended
I make the interpretation idiot-proof
And solid
As a first stone for future steps.
Today maybe
Knees at the chest,
Facing the first sun
While the hunting thoughts of the night
Vanish.
Another today starts
And with open arms
I welcome its schedules
But long for its situations of apparent impossibility
Where my mind is lit and
Rushed to a personal solution.
Idea queue
The regret for those ideas
Of brilliant impact
Testing on the sofa
Of lack of equipments
And of lack of time
Takes my sleep away.
Today I moved then
From the sofa to the corridor
Ready to go out
And get tested open air.
Paradox daydream
I live the paradox
Of being tired by sitting
And being bored by data plotting.
Refusing the surrounding drama
I enjoy my own thoughts and daydream
With my mind as a private cinema.
Listening talent
The talent of listening
Can be trained and domesticated
Giving us the possibility of enjoying
The efforts of others.
Listen to their stories
Or think about yourself and your daily struggle
Until you find yourself daydreaming
And time has passed.
Migrating every day
Ducks migrate all together
Outside my window.
Remind me of a direction you can only feel
Inside
And an arrival you approach
But might never see.
Eating all together, sleeping all together,
And traveling as a single with others
Towards that destination
Behind the clouds
that you see for the first time.
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..
Night thoughts
Eyes staring in the dark
For the river flowing in your head.
Millions thoughts of no taste
Refuse to leave you.
No value resides
In what keeps you awake and worried.
The value shines in the day
And stays on your lips.
