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My zone

Like a panoramic balcony

Or a fast black bike,

My zone fits me.

Pins my feet down and my fingers up,

While my thoughts travel and evolve

Planning my version of my future.

It has a fresh breeze

Even when indoor

And always has a START sign.

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Repetiton-free

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.

Train catcher

Rushing to the train
Is an art on its own
That only with intelligence you can master.
Quick and instinctive my steps
used to accelerate behind the illusion
Of being the first.
I was crashed and let alone on the track.
I learnt too appreciate each step
That with consciousness I stamp on the ground
And can guide myself faster to the station.

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.

Daydream solo

Staring to the glass
that puts a blue into the reality,
I see th details of my life vibrate
to the rhythm of business and ambition.
A bitter taste comes to the tongue
and life is slowed down
while the old dreams emerge from the back.

Multidimensional Poetry

My thoughts travel like envelopes
From my mind through my arms
To the tips of fingers.
I read them out loud,
As only felt words can be,
And they cross the dimension of time
And travel into space
From this grey chair of willingness.

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.

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