The dark involves me In its actionless caramelised momentum. Autumn has fallen on me like a heavy hand. Rest is in the menu With its cup of honey and lemon. Advertisements
I raise my cup of bubbles To this year of unveilings in the dim light. I toast to my hand that Never stopped pointing the finger And drawing question marks. I encircle my family And the kind words it is made of.
keep me awake and show me the facts.
When the prize is given, You see the joy of the young teacher. Her tired eyes spark again, For the unexpected attention. The book of open questions filled through the year Opens in a new light of feasibility. Old friends father to shake your hand And cuddle your work that changed our lives. me and … Continue reading Nobel me, Nobel you
Look around and find another you, Through the fog of strong opinions and dressed-up egos. This endless search points you back To your chest with a thick finger. Your unique nature is evident to everybody, Your road has signs you stick in the ground With your energy. Even in this lazy today.
I cross the glass door And another set of rules Sits on my shoulders and shouts. Hands are hesitant, the risk analysis is fast, The location controlled, My breathing not a priority anymore.
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Look straight ahead and you will see what stops you. You have conquered your space on a sofa or at the table nobody can take it from you, your teeth are now sharp. Remember those who nodded at you and pushed you forward.
It catches you like honey And burns endlessly with no smoke but perfume. Charming gem for your experienced eyes, Passion leads you by the hand With no written words or packaging instructions But only by the heat.
It only gets better When you close the book and open the door. Your searched and distributed, You arranged and discussed, You defended and confuted, You need to step out the lab After stepping up the whole day.
In a few instances the poem is your hand. You show the play, You teach the actors, Your script holds for history. Your diary in the pocket, Your labbook on the desk, Your files in the cloud ☁, Are the characters and humorists telling your version, Speaking your life. Remember them on the journey, Feed … Continue reading Your Diary, Your Version
Who is the visionary so tall to stare always at the horizon? Who is the woman so determined to carry a small purse? Who is the scientist so patient to wait for the echo of her efforts in the life of people?
The dots are connected in a new constellation That guides me in the lab And in the dark days. Shiny edges enclose a destiny and a path. Experiences are never random, You draw your own sky.
Alone and defenceless you stared At my grey hair and at my accurate collection of personal answers. I never felt more responsible and judged, By a young pinky face full of fear For a world she did Not and could not grasp. The moment we committed to each other, To a daily hunt For your … Continue reading Inquisitory eyes
My hand is pink and soft, It points forward and is ready to grab yours. Do you see it in this autumn fog? The orange trees cheer us up when Ups and downs entertain us And give us reasons for long coffees.