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.

Cinema train

Stop after stop,
the door opens and closes
While lives commute and try
To get distracted.
The windows like cinema walls
Show adventures and magic landscapes
Every day with a new bright purpose.

Migrant bananas

The tropics are here
In the yellow curves on the table
And in my pocket.
Banal fruits we give for granted,
Travelled in group
Scared and green
To my table.
Like migratory birds at their first adventure,
They matured.

October islands

A pinch of sunlight
Can decorate this Thursday
And mark it as a new memory.
October of sorrow, expectation, and rest
Has now sparks of life
To jump to in the difficult days.

Alpine solo

The hidden villages in the mountains
Enjoyed quiet and family,
While watching the progress rush around.
The luxury is over
And things come from the big world
And feelings are drained
From the alpine people.

Definitive not

Definitive is a word
with no time
And little space in my life.
Definite decisions
are always on hold
And dynamically turning on themselves
To find the comfortable spot
In the situation.

Friendship blend

Communication if a flux of energy
And a gift
To dispense in drops.
Iridescent and unique they flow
To the valley between us
And merge with yours
On a blend marking unequivocally
the friendship.

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.

Love sight

Eyes that question
And smile that hugs me,
I cannot avoid you.
Tired of everything,
I will search for you
And rejoice of the present.

Personal borders

The lounge dream around my feet
Is thick and solid
And keeps annoyances and doubts
at bay.
I draw it each day
But vanishes during the day
Under the lightning of others.
The market is sometimes hard to find
In the big bag.

Joy Friday

Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.

Long friendship

Confident and relaxed in my home,
I week connections and touch
through the winding cable.
Time makes no difference,
Distance is a metaphor,
And conversations are selected
To energise and enrich
Personally.

Science punch

Days and years in and out of the lab
Are now a story and a small contribution
To a vivid community
Of hunters.
Scientists share and compete
Building a petia and a better world.

Winter flower

The set is sleeping
At the heart of the old flower
That afraid resists the
and the coming winter.
It breaks in my hands
Tired and dried
by the donation of its beauty.

Secret me

The little noise repeats itself
And pushed me to the ground
At the of this day of no events.
A letter, a comment, a wish
To keep private
To be me.

Plastic curse

My fingers get shorter
And have lost the greed
To conquer and collect
Useless desired objects.
Plastic creates beauty
All around me,
While poisoning my natural family.

Property lane

Naïve is your virtue
And the shine on your armour
When you translate an unexpected
Reality to me.
Dynamics are read personally
And the time spent
Distributed in drops
To people I do not consider.

Role expectation

I split the cake personally
And the authority surprises
Theft old minded seniors.
I take charger and put my stamp
On situations of clichés and prejudice.

Horizon mark

A thin line defines the border
At the end of the hills
and before the blue.
Green and yellow
It marks a new season is arriving
And drives me to wonder
What is next.

Owl determination

The owl turns its head
And searches for a better company
In the spontaneous thick foliage
Of the park.
Its feet are still and solid,
They know the here contain a spot of love
And do not want to leave.