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The plastic bottle of water on my desk got an inner life and a green shade. Friendly algae have taken possession and shout ‘biology’ to me.
I wear my coat and keep distance When all I want is looking inside and lean over. Will I miss the moment of truth? Biology goes slowly When you watch, Yet molecules swim and dive in front of me Looking for a coral reef to catch. Proteins are the best huggers And hold on forever.
A cut, a failure, the hit of life, The marks on the inside Are a story told by enzymes. In the blood they escape And tell the beauty of the land they left. me and the blog– inforgraphics– the shop – download – work together
Care and protection Give value to the product you trust. Proteins and sugar, nothing is added. But everything is bio And natural in a sense When made by man.
Heat flashes and palpitations, Sweaty palms and anger, Is it menopause or group meeting? The extremities of biology Summarize the extreme of human dynamics.
You say it is running While you restlessly stand by the machine that cycles and repeats elementary steps That revolutionized biology few years ago. As Stuck in a spinning wheel, Hot and cold flashes alternate themselves To make different enzymes at ease And multiply little molecules with a precious message.
To which protein I owe my day? To the social that makes me breath? To the tiny that shuttle energy? Or to the millions outside my body? Many and unique, Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target, Proteins give me everyday That molecular food I cannot find on my table.
In the Chaos of My bench I find an old sample With its dated label and preserved content Shines light on my old dreams And unsolved mysteries Of biology. In May few years ago This was the key The culprit of my living project Deeming my success or failure. It was hidden Got dust and … Continue reading Old samples shine new light
The dark and silent corridor tells me I should not be here, the lab is no place for night-owls and lays traps on your way. My samples are ready and biology does not wait for a sunny day or a cheerful colleagues to be present. I take my numbers, throw my work once it’s done, … Continue reading Lonely