Each moment has its intense flavour
And the days flow like grains of salt
In my hourglass.
I grab them and print then with fire
in my baby memory
Before letting them fall,
Curious of what might come next.
Bored at the desk
The duty and the honour
Of working and walking
While all i see
Is time going by
With no flavour.
Patiently i shout and consider
Possibilities and present chances
Inventing a new setting
For me, for us,
Where time is only in the background
And not so abundant.
Day saldo
The night has come
And i am lost in the analysis
Of this unsettling working day
With a surprising sun.
The positive balance lasts few seconds
And turns to red
While i am not convinced
And keep examining the past hours.
The night is long
And these thoughts useless.
Love study
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?
Minutes distillation
Sitting and staring at the landscape
I don’t value these minutes
That can hand out joyful ideas
And first steps
For a new direction.
The train accelerates,
I slow down
Parallel sleep
Sunny day and rainless office
Cannot stop my sleepiness.
Private and soft
It draws me to the land
of pink blankets and emerald fields.
I lull in this parallel reality
While the others rush.
Train travel
On the silent train,
I space-travel and time-travel
With no effort.
The welcoming feeling of home
is left behind in a step
And ne realities kick in
Unlimited.
Meeting survival
Just let it happen and distance yourself
By flying to the coming singer
And exploring for the perfect Christmas present
Whole they all waste words.
Nod and consider
W what is really important to you
And take notes
To plan your short but dense free time
And your next knitting project.
Holiday lapse
On the sunny grass,
I refuse to count the minutes
And abandon myself into the light
And into this book with potential.
In a cone of rays,
Life seems logical
And nature an expected component,
Fast from the arrogant asphalt
Of home.
Couple time
The coin has flipped
And my mood with it.
A simple bet turns into an exercise
Of patience and self-awareness.
I cook, I clean,
I give my sweaty time away
And collect you.
Rain reason
I am grounded by the drops
Of this rain with no reason
And purpose.
It is regular, yet unexpected and comfortable
Like a familiar face
that left long time ago
And is now back to wake you up.
Golden star
I smiling enter the tunnel
of fantastic travels
And uninhibited thoughts
While the wet really condenses around me.
The minutes dilate
And the day got a its golden star
Even today.
Holiday mirage
I count the days
And the minutes seem not passing
To the first day of holiday.
I convince myself that each day is Friday
Yet the story is not finished
And another episode comes with the sun.
Water within
I sip slowlsy this day
made of too much talking
and too little fresh air.
I let no minute pass under my eyes
while the night rises
with its promise of companion and delight.
Poetry jumps
I evade the white sheets
And the pressing characters
That ask for more writing.
No daydreaming is allowed at work
My hands are enthusiastic
And my heart jumps
When the free minutes combine
And the time for poetry comes.
I run, I sweat, I take off
For the holiday of the day.
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 pain
As I grow older,
Time seems to accelerate
And Push me aside from the competition.
Valuable minutes are spent
And I do not notice
But I miss them
When alone in bed
I am hurt by what could not be done
today.
Cycle of this life
Repeat and renew
Is a motto for work and for life.
Myself, my interests, my failures
Are resurfacing over and over again
In the cyclical time.
I run naked to complete this routine
Consistent with who I am,
Yet new and innovated
To move ahead.
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.
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.
Cycle of life
The cycles of life
Repeat and renew
Leaving a scar and a nod.
A cycle for a new job,
A cycle for the true love,
A cycle to acquire confidence
And enjoy it for a while.
Each time you are thrown
Into the stage of new circus
And wonder when the next cycle will start.
Authentic self
It is running through the crowd
Looking for a too friendly face,
The blame for not adapting.
Too true to yourself,
You refused the rules and expectations
of your younger peers,
Just to be well-defined and authentic.
Time has passed
And your originality is no novelty
To the people that around you
Puff their day away.
Time magic
Let the time pass,
Let your ideas and feelings brew
In solitude.
Time values and discards
Leaving you with a taste of a fantastic present.
Physics of time
It turns and comes back
Today, tomorrow, whenever I watch
This situation of stall
That keeps me wandering and idle.
Time is circular
When problems are involved
And very linear when moving forward is difficult.
Get this physics.
Absence point of view
I am dealing with your absence
Like a crow with a stick,
Moving it with difficulty
Trying to play it at my advantage.
I change view
And grab this time to myself
And grow my writing and my lettuce
To be a better person
For a joint better life.
Patience
One, two, three times you can wait
With the finger on the watch
But this will stop.
Patience is the key
but also a golden coin
To spend for those who waste not
Your time.
Lake life
Calm and covered by a relaxed pale sky,
The lake represents me
Today.
A surface of sweet waves
Not higher than a foot
Condenses the life and motion
Under the surface.
Dynamic and cool,
I reach the
The approaching shore and its stony grass.
Lab day
Another day has passed
Through my clicks and my printings
In the busy lab
Who looks forward.
Lab animals feed on planning the future
And snack on tiny bites of promising mistakes
While the mission proceeds.
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.
Last year
Another year left to the wind
To reach the land
After the mountains.
Time is a bike
That takes you and drops you off
When you feel safe and in charge.
Time rider
The hardest of the jobs
Is giving value to the time.
It passes unobserved
And it is out of your control
Unless you face it
And ride it like a horse
In an empty valley
waiting for its first path to be marked.
Timeline exploration
Straight and thin
My timeline takes me through days and encounters
Without looking back
Only giving and never taking.
I walk it sometimes confident,
Sometimes perplexed,
Often dubious of keeping the right pace.
Always straight yet extending
between points of personal development
And thickening at times to give me time to adjust
To the new faces
that the heartfelt decisions of yesterday have brought
In this sterile office.
Story hourglass
Even when you are not watching
The story is formed.
Senseless moments
That seem distracting
As a grain to your hourglass.
Bigger and smaller lessons
Are taught when you are not listening
Our shown by the behaviour
Of that streams guy walking by.
All the grains are stored together
But gave their value
When spent alone.
Surprise not
Climbing the steep road of learning
Feels like a donkeys head
is pushing me from the back
While my feet refuse to start.
No escape is found
And only patience and breathing
Give me the time to give the situation
a chance to surprise me.
Not easy it is to surprise me
Unfortunately
And I regret having lost
That quick smile and those glittering eyes
I had as child.
Seasons to pass
Fascinated by the sharp seasons
Alternating outside the lab window
I wonder how many seasons are needed
To ripen a scientific mind.
When questions turn into action
And words follow the ideas
It is ready.
Hard work manuscript
Publishing comes at the end
And like parting leaves a mark
On the skin and in the memory.
Details seem minor and of no effort
But you know the price you paid
And the taste it left.
Experiences are joined
And the discovery is presented
Like the tale of your life
In the lab.
