Snowy hearts

Cold texture of pure poetry

Falling romantic on the street,

you, snow of this troubled winter,

Warm up my heart.

Unexpected and desired,

You infused magic in a routine too calculated

And hands that only work,

And do not caress enough.

Silent hand

I support with my orders,

My leadership annoys you

Yet keeps the boat afloat

And the night tight.

Your silence and complaints

Support me in the days

Of fights and hateful discussions

Worth a soft touch.

Heart scream

i hear my heart screaming

And my mind shushing it

With no respect.

Timid and true

The heart keeps silent

And the show goes on.

I am surrounded by balance

With a under loud core.

True to myself,

I open the valve.

Shower

Silent inside

In a shower of doubts

At the end of a crucial day.

Alone i shine

And taste life at its full

However spending the day

Building fences.

Office magnet

My stomach a fist

When entering the door

Of predigested decisions

And bland ideas.

The tiny speckle of hope

And possibility of self expression

keeps me going

In and out.