The weather is unhappy The data very out loud from their worksheet. This space of unsatisfaction It’s not mine. Time to protect the fire of ideas In my palms And walk slowly.
Oh dear Subversive attitude That pushed me put of bed And makes me still feel like a pizza with sugar, Like a chest served frozen, Like a promise with crossed fingers. You Changed me and make me feel out of place. Respected but subject of curiosity, Innovation gives me a glow.
I cannot judge your dream or your pathit is only yours and your vision is a unicum.You assemble the pathand drive with a chin high upas only your dream deserves.Words fall shortadvices gather dust,only examples and smiles push you forward.
Sunday is a day of no schedule But a day of sparks. In the empty ideas play ball And fantasies run wild. They fuel the night Before there Monday comes back Worth its demands and pointing fingers. The land of magic cannot be lost, Once you visited it You can always return.
A step outside the lab Is often just enough And the beginning of a journey. No idea comes crushing numbers Or relating tasks. Fresh air oxygenates the brain And lets your mind evade naive. A childish mind thrives in moments of creative hunger.
Reason alone in a corner, Curled up in thoughts of limitless costs And added your innovation bloom Like when you were A just arrived first-year student. Thoughts of Time and money Chain your unique ideas To a desk at the end of the classroom Buy few steps Will take you forward.
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Routine tires me and each day a challenge is born. Many children follow me around and I chase them like a cat fireflies. My energy is fuelled my smile fed only Sundays interrupt.
I work in waves I roll my wings in dust and stand up I jump shy but often I hate routine, yet I have a million of them. I innovate my life each day I don’t know myself I love discovering my passions and taking time to change them My I is not defined but… Continue Reading →
The box is well defined The walls high but reachable, Yet a fresh air is coming through And I breath freedom. I think inside the box, Generate space and ideas And opinions and opportunities.
The pattern starts with a little quotation The topic is unknown, yet familiar. The first answer is a cherry Asking for the next one Even redder and delicious. The treasure hunt could never stop But the day is short The life full my interest very personal And the curiosity satisfied At last.
I struggle natively to polish The quality of my work that however Can be judged and fall ill with time and cultures. In this spot of sunshine I will now tender the quality of my thinking And the clarity of the ideas in the playground. [tags postaday, poetry, writing, quality, work, thoughts, thinking, mind, efficiency,… Continue Reading →
You cannot predict or imagine The science that takes life Outside the lab. When the background changes Innovation is born And the colours of bravery and craziness Become feasibility and will to risk. Each risk is a step you take And a chance to yourself You cannot miss.
Offices should be green And not show the man-made concrete walls. Science is asked be sustainable and bio-inspired As its innovation. In my structured artificial office no nature I can imagine And no physiology is sustained Enough to start the process To produce new ideas Friendly to all.
Pink and purple will invest my office like a breeze or warmth and freespeech. Innovation starts by doing things differently and no greyzone is allowed in my timid heart and brave mind.
Freezing like never before I face the verdict the data show. Once a charming idea, Note the fruit of struggle For no juice. Accepting the sunset of a brilliant intuition Is hard and leaves you empty inside For a while. Take a breath and look away Ponder the future and forget the past To restart.
Innovation is bitter and painful like acupuncture But surprises you on your way Bringing sunlight and excitement. Imaging the many roads opening at your feet And your first check Adds a brilliant nuance to the repetitive Mindless work in front of you today. Doubts and dream taste the same today.
Cells and numbers arrange In a logic reserved to few And drawing lines Suggesting actions. The future is shaped By those commas and exponentials And from the numbers, An innovative way of stepping comes.
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How to, is never a question When the idea sweeps you away. Sunny or rainy, cold or hot, The world Subsides And you see only the future In front of you. The imagination flies free And experiments are quick Telling stories that fascinate the society And provide talks over the coffee.
Numbers in the table, Like kids holding hands in a line, Show me the direction While tickling my brain In this hide-and-seek game. The pull and magic of the hidden trend Make me a solo artist Behind the curtain of an unapologetic stage.
A new strategy of life tells me to approximate to be able enjoy the ups and downs. Nothing is sharp and everything has a margin of error To turn the falls into possibilities and the successes into mere stepping stones. You survive yet not enjoy deeply If nothing is enough and Nothing deserves a celebration.
What you wish if what drags you Out of bed, out of the office chair As a distant mirage Glowing in the lab. The pale hypothesis Rings no bell to anybody else But speaks to you. In your head it lits up And puts fire in your belly. Will it work? Is it true? Is… Continue Reading →
Always looking forward We forget the taste of the past rides In the lab. Once assumptions, Those crazy ideas are now believed And found printed in the journals. Through hard days We learnt to trust And believe the unreasonable Until it became just a stepping stone.
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.
Repeat and renew Is a motto for work and for life. Myself, my interests, my failures Are resurfacing over and over again In the cyclical time. I run naked to complete this routine Consistent with who I am, Yet new and innovated To move ahead.
Routine and curiosity killed the cat. After shouting questions falling in thin air And donating uniqueness to a future not his, The wise woman sits still and observes the decline. A million scenarios run through his head Some fascinating, some of no effort And tickle his will of revenge
I am a speckle of dust Filled with ambition and clear thinking Shivering its small size. How to translate what is boiling in me Into a recipe and a spoon To feed the curious world?
The regret for those ideas Of brilliant impact Testing on the sofa Of lack of equipments And of lack of time Takes my sleep away. Today I moved then From the sofa to the corridor Ready to go out And get tested open air.
Ideas form like in the bubbling wine And migrate to the surface For recognition. Experience selects and isolate The ones with personality While curiosity picks The few solitary and iridescent.
You threw your ball To the distracted crowd And wait now for it To be in the air Again. It flies back to you Sometimes covering the reassuring sun Covered in possibilities and maybes. Catch.
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Refrain from participation, Observation is the highest way of learning And critical assessment. Preserver your opinions And let them ripen Far from the others’ sight. Golden and juicy You will enjoy them in solitude.