27 Dec 2019

Toolbag

Inside and outside

Lay the tools to a fruitful life

Made of iron, steel, and listening.

At my belt, the tools alternate

And I am often unprepared

For the occasion

Yet always running and sweating

to fill my toolbag.

Holiday practice

Jingle jingle in my head

That ‘ you should’ I push away

With mails and documents

That only drain.

Holidays are often theoretical

And the duties hang on my arm.

More practice is needed.

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?

Excel reason

Cells and numbers arrange
In a logic reserved to few
And drawing lines
Suggesting actions.
The future is shaped
By those commas and exponentials
And from the numbers,
An innovative way of stepping comes.

Unexpected twist

In the middle of the transition,
A day of hope arrived
And the line of life takes a twist.
Unprecedented and unexpected
I find myself dreaming fearful
Of a new daily routine
and a new company.

Communication evolution

I train my fingers
Tipping and spreading words
Each day.
Strong and powerful,
My fingers reflect my activities
Or my priorities.
Communication passes through the fingers,
words acquire value,
A few can still listen.

Privacy respect

I thrive for communication,
Yet i fear the overdose.
Attacks from messages,
instant and always urgent,
Are invading my time.
Emails respect boundaries
And leave the time to you
When they are distilled as drops
And no river breaks the boundaries.

Open window

What comes through the window
Is a gift and a tool
That chances and love
Send you today.
I have only a Narrow breeze
That can cross
And the empty air can still
Make me close my eyes and
Bear natural freshness.

Fries ode

Tent and steaming,
Golden like the sun,
Fries condense joy of life and child-like behaviours.
Fingers are sticky,
oily stains on my dress,
And a bunch of fries
Like wedding bouquet
in my hands.

Spaghetti drug

Spaghetti at the end of the adventure
In the evening of a Friday
With a bitter taste.
Sneaky but friendly
The pasta wraps me and my doubts
While the future holds a secret.

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.

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.

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.

Desk mirror

Even this tiny mirror
Can entrap my pride
When choosing what to do
And, this way, be.
Like milestones on the long road,
It will return me the truth
Regularly and unasked.

After work

My arms are crossed
And my thoughts far away
When the bell rings.
The day is over
Or does it start?
I head home and fill the last hours
With tenderness and personality
Until the sleep comes
And my heart holds a list
With minute-long experiences and small memories.

Repetiton-free

Consistency and authenticity
Border the road
Where I roam apparently free.
Direction is forward
On the long term,
But today i will go sideway
And free myself
From the restrain of the map
Of a well accepted career.

Workaholic

I often deny the beauty
Of the world passing by
And neglect the true source
Of a life to remember.
Springing water can clean my avidity
With its transparent and youth
And I will make sure I will get surprised
Each time.

Repetition-free

Consistency and authenticity
Border the road
Where I roam apparently free.
Direction is forward
On the long term,
But today i will go sideway
And free myself
From the restrain of the map
Of a well accepted career.

Plant pride

My stomach is proudly full
Of minerals and proteins
That a silent plant produced in the sun.
I hardly notice their machineries
Humbly turning in the green spots
Waiting for respect.

White future

White hair between my fingers
And apparent on my mind,
Signal the time and story I have crossed.
Natural and unprecedented feathers
That take me to that next for of life
I am longing for,
Since a child.

Christmas time

I feel no cold in me
At Christmas time.
The weeks waiting
and the colours of the fire
Make me anticipate its value each year
And now is September
And I am already holding the calendar.

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.

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.

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.

Horizon hold

Now you can see me
And include me in your plans
Of succulent dinners and unreachable offices.
I will embrace your plan,
Obscure and personal,
Until we stand on a higher rock
And I will see what the horizon holds.

Algorithm in blue

I will fall asleep like a cat today
At The repetitive sound
Your hand produces on the keyboard.
You are absorbed and isolated
Into the virtual world
Of the blue light
Of data and algorithms
And my efforts are childish
When passion is addiction.

Destiny selection

You are looking somewhere different
In the picture where all are proud.
Tired of belonging to the crowd,
You found your focus,
Far and not so well defined.
With Each step you take
it becomes sharper and maybe closer,
Almost tangible.

Instinct talking

The instinct never lies
And lime a radar spots the dangers
For you
Even when hidden under the surface.
Listen and draw the map
To avoid the traps
Like a champion of alpine slalom.

Lysozyme love

Few days are left
To tell the story of the little protein
That from an egg ended up in the pharmacy
And into my throat.
Small miracle of evolution, I admire you
And love you
For your stubbornness and generosity.

Carrot dance

Carrots dance on the window sill
Watching my spaghetti getting dressed
For the party.
I touch and feel
The richness and roughness of the pasta
That brings sun into my home.