The love out there Waves and giggles like a child In my direction. Am I too old for success? Am I too workaholic too be hugged? I am balanced In this work-life edge. Advertisements
My protein had lost is fluo, It doesn’t greet me with a spark At the end of the dark fridge anymore. We were friends And she left me. Her curls flat free on the water now, Her awesomeness remains in my book.
Love is green And grows unattended Between your pinky toes. Soft and flexible You do not notice it Still enjoy its silent support. Years have passed Studies have been completed, Or only new?
Eyes that question And smile that hugs me, I cannot avoid you. Tired of everything, I will search for you And rejoice of the present.
Few days are left To tell the story of the little protein That from an egg ended up in the pharmacy And into my throat. Small miracle of evolution, I admire you And love you For your stubbornness and generosity.
My stomach jumps When you positively appear and stare at me in the trembling chair. The laughter is uncontrollable And a new movie is being directed in my head, Not only protagonists but explorers.
I see you love me, science, Through your perfect curves and colourful graphs In which support is screamed About my brave ideas. I read you love me not When the night falls On me alone in the lab Chasing in a round The long awaited answer.
Dreaming at any time of the day Opens a window in a stale room Filled with old ideas and conservatives. The struggle to plan the future Is amplified at each step By the stories and free advices Of those Who had little to explore in their days But care and are afraid Now.
Your caring surprises me Today like every day When I swim hard to float And your love lifts me In a second. I hug you nonstop And project my wishful thinking For a future for two Sprinkled with serious excitement And old beginnings.
What makes my stomach Contract and resist To the ongoing drama Is apparent. What will fill it with butterflies With the energy of a laser Is dear And coming after work.
The data are running wild chasing each other in the living room, the words of the manuscript are looking for a closure among the glassware, and another year passed. Attending the details left from the year of the focus, the new year fell on us with clarity and love.
On my thick scarf, Snowflakes were timid and nesting away Giving me a the pleasure of a cold breeze. I dreamt my coming holidays, I planned my work to the boring detail, I envisioned and felt the warmth of my family, Until the train stopped again. It stopped me.
It rolls and lands solid On the table full of papers. The winter orange ball marks its territory And this restless time of the year. Its smell is sweet and pushy, Its taste acid and complex, Its arrival a wake up call after a year of lazyness.
The fresh smell of toasting, Of bubbles filling the air, Saturates the heart with golden lights.
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