I cannot imagine myself In thirty years When i will have done my job And pension will knock. I hardly now envision what job will require thirty years And my will.
Numbers talk
My lips cannot pronounce The impact of these numbers But only imagine it and suggest it With metaphors and little confidence. Numbers talk to me And they swirl into a portray of our future That hardly graphics can describe.
Lab team
I opened today the door To trust and uncertainty To give a chance to a future I cannot imagine. In every lab, Peers and rivals Put their word in the closing sentence And hold shaky hands in times of indetermination.
Loud thoughts
I cross my fingers, I dream of you Future I can barely imagine Lying in this corner of Europe. I unravel you with cards and horoscope But the relief is quickly vanished. Loud thoughts in my head Can only fall silent To the ears of the world.
Office shadow
Nature returns Apparent and joyful to my eyes. Sitting at the desk, I can imagine its energy And feel my skin vibrating. I long for the sun That neglects this office To embrace those working open-air.
Mystery future
It is still a mystery What can revert the trend And make life become easier. I imagine our Future Less childish and demanding of attention And with vaguer expectations For what is success and what is reasonable. No rule, no boundaries, no space for the expected.
Soap
Wide roads and bright field with little effort Appear as in soapbubbles When the future I imagine In those instants of boredom and waste That being the sparkle to my today.
Future plans
You run, you calculate, You change your protocol To add elegance to your experiment And yet your voice is not heard. Glittery shoes and colourful shirts Cheer up your day Give you a reason to smile And fuel your inner motor And Yet your effort is not valued. What makes you comfortable Is rare at… Continue Reading →
Testosterone-rich meeting
Why do I feel alone When sitting in meetings Had long been a mystery. Curly and pretty, Charming and over-achieving, Meticulous and high-performing No other woman is at the table To share a smile Giggle at huge error bars Join efforts toward waved of testosterone. This quiet my voice Makes my feet shake And frees… Continue Reading →
Imaginary
Alone with my thoughts I fool myself with a brighter future Where I will not compete in a competitive world Amber will not control in a controlling world But is this possible? I tell myself yes and imagine alternative scenarios Searching for satisfaction at work.
