Urban Tasting 

If you walk with me, at my pace

You will be able to taste the city through my eyes

You will be able to get a taste of me,

from the city you already know,

from the city we both love

If you hold my hand and let go of your plans

Turn left and turn right by my side

I’ll share the stories that hide around the corner

I’ll take you down the alley of my recent memories

I’ll draw you a skyline out of dreams

There are streets filled with sweetness

There are a few spots where I’ve cried

There is a patch of grass, a time of day and a shade of light,
that always bring a smile 

3D Printing Dreams

Not sure if you have noticed, 

soon we will be living in an entirely 3D printed world

It goes beyond manufacturing; I’ve seen 3D printed art at the Armory Show,

3D printed Oreos at  SXSW; 3D printed metals, in space, if you ask GE.

That got me thinking….why shouldn't I be able to 3D print my dreams?

This is my new endeavor

(I have set up a Kickstarter page if you would like to fund me)

The sketches were already laid out, as I am a disciplined and detailed dreamer. 

The first task was to develop the substrate

I pulled my blender out and put to use my newly acquired cooking skills

Threw in philosophy and a bunch of literature,music of course, a generous amount of sun light, and the triumphs and lessons of the past and blended it all together.

Time after time, after a few minutes my dreams would fall apart

That posed the most interesting question I am dealing with right now:

What should the bonding agent of my dreams be?

I’ve experimented with love, compassion, attraction… and many of the other usual suspects

I do not have an answer yet…So far, my most promising results include empathy and a whole lot of passion 

Surrounded by Clouds

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time surrounded by clouds,
At first, I was definitely impacted by the altitude
I had a blurry mind and a damp body
I lost my sense of orientation, I lost my way

I had to pause and ground myself

Now, while still bouncing in the air
I am learning to navigate the sky,
I made myself lighter, left part of the heavy load behind
I am calibrating my compass and adjusting direction

I can only hope, when the time comes, 
I will have found a piece of flat land and I know how to land.

My biggest fear was falling into a fairy tale

Maybe it's a sign

Down the stairs and out the door,

same as the day before.

Same steps, same path; except this time,

what I hoped was true, is right in front of me:

big bold letters mark the path.

I take a few more steps, same steps, same path

and I know I am moving closer

I step in, I jump in, I dive in:

happiness has been laid out for us.

I am trying something new these days,

it is actually quite simple:

evey time, I take one step further,

one step ahead of what was my usual vantage point

And I've noticed,

no matter where you stand today, there is always room for movement

These days, I am trying out life from the front row 

Even though is just a little bit each time,

a bunch of little bits have formed a big stack,

and a bunch of stacks,

well, you get the point...

I didn't know these things actually happened,

but on my way to the funeral I dreamt of you,

I found you in your kitchen,

not the version of you I last saw a few weeks ago,

a version from before all of this started over a year ago,

even more, the best version of you,

when you were lucid and in charge,

when you were full of strong opinions,

when I was a kid and you could make my day,

with a pair of bananas and your special concoction

I feel thankful and hold on to my fresh memories, 

as I walk into the scene...