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A bit of poetry

Well being

A sunlight through the leaves

The birds singing life

The autumn floor

A parks bench


Love, for most it means too much

Attachment, need, thirst

These things are good only in moderation

To hold you near me all the times is preventing

you to be what you must be

I love you more when you are out there

When you face cold reality with your fighting spirit

When you show your vulnerability but commands your strength

That’s when …

I don’t want you to be the perfect, that’s boring

Actually I love you more because you are so


I don’t want to be your crutch

I want to be your trampolim

To make you reach new heights

To be there with you, deserving it

This way our moments together will be the best

Sure there will be falls and we will support one another

But the support is in order for us not to fall too much

Not to make ourselves unrecognizable

Not to be what philosophy demands of us

The real crime

Love and science

I hate poetry about love

From the beauty virgin

To the perfect prince

What a shallow occupation

The stars, the quasars

The neutrinos, the quarks

The algorithm and the genome

Calculus and the neuron

Nature demands our attention

To wonder in it’s secrets, a life’s occupation!