
03 Jun 2020

Science meets poetry
Photographs of flowers and garden plants
Getting bored on a Sunday night, I have decided to get lost into the world of protein crystals. Insulin is used as a crystal and they are even studied as functional materials nowadays.
To read more about them click HERE.
What you hold the reins
When you decide in one second
When your for moves first,
You are the protagonist.
You decide,
No other voice is asked,
Adrenalin kicks in.
Nothing happens,
You happen.
Pouring my doubts and chances
In the ears of the stranger in my heart
Makes the burden heavy
Yet, clear like poker cards.
What my got tells
Finds no place in the dialogues
And the final word is still mine.
The limited space is the lake of boredom
Yet it tickles my creativity
Pushing my limits and my imagination.
What do I like? What’s special in me?
Is my life missing a tone?
I hear myself,
I write myself,
I suspended tha judgement
And keep moving
On.
In days of isolation,
We are little grains of rice
Standing on soft baby feet.
No music can hide the silence
In the office,
Only your laughters
can make the day brighter.
The power of the ant,
Thinking with a huge head and
Standing on tiny legs.
Antennas and determination
Take you far.
Spring knocked and nobody opened.
It slammed the door to our face,
Wake up!
You cannot stop nature,
You cannot stop the revolution,
It will slap you awake
Each time you are lost in your data
Or your handy,
Or your worries.
I am not poor of questions
And justifications for what I see.
If suffer dividing myself
Between what I understand
And what might be absolutely correct for others.
What is right? Who is right?
I cannot tell,
No mathematics can solve it.
I obtain no decision.
I type, I type, I point
The whole day
To tell the reality from my chair-of-view.
I point and judge what is unusual
And deserving a poke.
But my fingers are still chubby,
Maybe filled still with words and opinions,
With ambition and caresses.
The world has a higher degree of beauty for the educated mind.
Facing a long road
I suggest to a small merry-go-round
And enjoy the moment
The long term project gives her,
There little result in the hands confidence
To build on
Each day.
Unique and pink,
Fluffy and proud
Surf the wind.
Data and stats reassure me
In these days of intense pasta shopping.
Rates and maps tell me where to go
And sigh in relief.
The invisible virus travels with people
Petit and minimalista
Fascinates like no influencer has ever.
Observe the stones,
Dig into your garden
Classify your plants
See at the molecule-scale.
Take notes,
Make a summary,
Trust your gut but especially your observations.
Science is open, the lab is allaround.
Tools abound in our surroundings
And chemistry and physics
Can be explain.
The not so rounds drop,
The love of the microwave for water,
The boiling of pasta.
Phenomena that hide from us,
But also Hide laws and formulas.
There morning is frozen
The hands cold steel
The head hidden in a pile of knitwear.
But I dream big.
I dream comfortable transportation,
I dream people supporting next to each in the train
I dream tea in my hands
I dream conversations about the future
and our pet to take decisions.
I dream all of us being the protagonist.
The days of sun and rain fuse
Into a single night
Of pondering and rebirth.
Darkness is no mother to only fear
But to creativity and new impulses.
In this long night,
The day awaits patiently
For you and the thick agenda
Proud under your arm.
Poetry Is my window opening on a harsh day and letting a fresh breeze in. I have however started to write also longer pieces on scientific topics and often lifestyle on Medium. I get usually inspired while traveling and observing those around me. Each of us with a different way of wasting time. I like their serious contents and vivid community. If you would like to follow my activities also there, just click the link above and enjoy that second creative space!
https://medium.com/@gretafaccio/
Time in the train
Resonates with the people
who live more than one life.
Work, family, self, always take place
In different locations
But merge in a single single body. 💓
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.
https://medium.com/@gretafaccio/proteins-are-sweet-and-strong-lysozyme-aa9056dff9fa
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.