I couldn’t resist writing about the sweetest protein I have touched.
I hope you will enjoy the reading and I am looking forward to your comments.
A climate warming up
Among denial and hope
Entraps us in smoke and hides our shame.
We make baby steps
But grow brave.
Biting ambition, we stand together.
Physical touch as a surprise
Wakes me up in the lab.
Caught up by my brain activities
And passionate planning
I forgot my presence, my breasts, my curls,
My natural charm.
My forehead corrugated and my heart
longing for an experiment to end.
The impossible happened.
Fascinated by the job,
Addicted to the visuals.
I enter the loop and get lost
In my mental starry sky.
At the desk I can travel,
Learn insane details,
Join futuristic communities
And nobody notices
I am absent,
Yet still sitting.
The door is closed and the lights dim
When I look into the future of this adventure.
Only alone I see the reason,
the hidden underwater thread
Through my days and my hands.
I wish it was passing through my head.
One hand is occupied
Nu the heart and craze of coffee.
Cups shout a shop and an addition
But not mine.
I Reuse, I wash, my cup tells my name
And my will to action
Optimism spices up the adventure.
I see the end of it,
The ready text,
The comprehensive images.
I failed to picture the long nights,
I failed to picture the critics in my head,
I failed to picture the tired morning train,
I failed to picture the silent days in a crowded loud office,
I failed luckily also to picture
how high the wave of addictive
adrenaline would be.
Once it’s out,
It has all the handwriting
And labsweat in figures and captions.
Your going one step beyond
Deserves a light and a stage.
An article is a haute couture piece
For few but always an enchanted experience.
I am rain of numbers
In this stream of data and strings
When your name falls.
Many years gone by
Under the sun and under the clouds.
Only to me it is
Still a punch in the stomach