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Water in my glass
Coffee to run,
Tea to contemplate,
Water to live
Simply.
Office companion
The plastic bottle of water on my desk
got an inner life
and a green shade.
Friendly algae have taken possession
and shout ‘biology’ to me.
Gorge cold
Invisible and hard,
The cold of this gorge reaches me
And swipes away
the comfort of this Sunday.
Nature touches me
and like a stream Refills my hands.
Flamingo dance
On a foot I cruise the lab,
Walking sideways in a diagonal,
I reach my high desk.
I stretch my neck to discover the documents,
Hiding silent in the back,
While the others follow me
with their eyes filled of water.
Memory dinner
The infusion of garlic in hot water
Sheds a familiar aura
In a room of open childish hearts
And shy adult hands.
Feeling cozy in the warm light
We gather and wait
The precious memory settles.
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.
