The lab is dark, the sun is rising far away And the questions of yesterday Open once again Like pages of a thick book. In the darkness, a square of blue light Attracts me. My computer has been calculating and not sleeping To give such a sweet breakfast. Advertisements
Some proteins survive boiling, Some enzymes live happily ever after The long drop freezing, Some peptides bind like a child to a mum, Tight. I will be a curly lysozyme today, Hard working and efficient, Yet sweet to taste.
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The year starts dark And cold on my face While you sleep sweet. Tiny and helpless in your bed, You gather your strength and fearless Explore and learn each day. Brave, yet a baby, Curious, yet checking on mum, Each day you grow away And into my life.
The last apples Lie forgotten on the trees In a field that has already received its praises. Red and sweet They will see the winter and the snow Of this year of transition
The arrival home Is a proper for the intense day As the boiling stew expects a smile and a daily achievement. The day closes sweet and homey After hours in the artificial world That takes your breath away.
The rays of the early day And the sweet smell of the morning Are the perfect sense to the adventure I am starting alone. The Luggage is full at the door And the diary has white pages left.
Calm and covered by a relaxed pale sky, The lake represents me Today. A surface of sweet waves Not higher than a foot Condenses the life and motion Under the surface. Dynamic and cool, I reach the The approaching shore and its stony grass.
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Behind my screen A little red-haired girl sits and calculates The results of a decisive experiment. Little smiles appear sometimes together with the fast movements of her hand. An hectic Typing tells me she likes the risk Of a complex high-potential experiment And already tastes the sweet flavor of discovery.
The blue light of the screen Gives me results and ageing. Can I work and not hurt myself? Can I do science and stay young? Can I connect and not irradiate my cells? Conscious and curious, I sit at my desk.