Lake Sunday

The crowd surrounds me
and the water splashed while I lay
Dried in the sun of a lazy Sunday.
The last glimpse of summer
condenses in drops on my skin
while the green landscape lingers.

Fire adventure

There is something beside me
slapping my confidence away
And pouring water on my ambition.
The flame needs cuddles and soft hands
To rise vivid in the adventure
That each day has become.

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.

Water

My eyes have become lazy
Scrutinizing the day
for a glimpse of the future.
Active streams and imaginary flights
It is a hard job with sweaty palms
bringing the lost stream
To an inner silent spring.

Balloon

In the big glass balloon
I partition with patience
The rich mysterious solution
To uncover the molecule
Peeking from the liquid
And learn science and myself
At each step.

Wise

At the end of the table
The wise sits in silence
Observing and staring
Those who nervously run
And show their plumage.