Algorithm in blue

I will fall asleep like a cat today
At The repetitive sound
Your hand produces on the keyboard.
You are absorbed and isolated
Into the virtual world
Of the blue light
Of data and algorithms
And my efforts are childish
When passion is addiction.

Science grounded

Lean in and Throw your hand
into the thin crispy air
Even if you don’t have anything.
Your offer is will
And it will be grabbed
with violence and hearty gratitude
When the hypothesis seems like a stranger
And the results hold your feet to the ground.

Karma ampulla

Those shy corners and shiny ampullas
Surround me and hide.
My search is today personal
And of the highest importance.
Glassware of finger-size collect and mix
While I look through
with patience and focus for my karma.

Burning in/out

Noise and broken sentences
Crawl in my mind
Worrying why the job I used to enjoy
Is now a reason off dark dreams and tears.
Have I seen a part of it that disgusts me?
Is it just this broken environment I am in?
Is it inside me? Is it the situation?
I reject the whole package
And my life gets impossible,
and gets on.

Mutagenesis

The invisible fragments
Swim free in pure sterile water
Ready for the magic.
The monstrous plasmid is coming
and the reaction will start
Hot, agitated, repetitive.
A single mutation will change the course of the experiment.
A tiny step of in vitro evolution.

Protein sun

I lye satisfied on the concrete
Washed by the sea and the sweetness of reward
After a year of thoughtful work.
The heat unfolds my thoughts
and my skin relaxed,
finally breathing.

Red power

The pain in the growth
And the pleasure of innocence
That vanishes in the responsibilities.
Pursue or not pursue a dream
of promised strain and unwelcome presence?
The mind flies but the feet are stubborn
And the heart divided.

Morning start

Silently the train approaches me
And the action starts.
The day and its plot are initiated
By my expert and warm gestures
Moving towards the lab.
Everything looks like yesterday night
But a wow is hidden somewhere
Also today.

Meeting etiquette

Your opinion is loud in your head
And will not rest
until it is shouted to those bosses.
The setting is absorbing the sounds
And the meeting proceeds
with no hype.
All are listening and pretending,
A few decide
On the apparent democracy.
Raising your voice is not welcome
And hiding your knowledge
behind a subtle question
might be your only expression.

Academic career

I spend the time envisioning the future,
A decision is needed, they say.
The boundaries of decisions
And the rigidity of their mind
Scare me
And poke avidly my concernment
For the future
In a present that changes so fast.

Grounded

Young woman with a sculptured character
You Prevent me from running blindly
Towards a mirage with a blurred profile
And from grabbing with direct hands my illusions.
You keep me connected
To the world of decisions and actions
Where perfection is unnecessary
And purposes are valuable.

End of the day

A shoeless child runs through the fields
In a day that holds no promise.
Clouds are unwillingly gathering
And the green is starting to vanish.
My day reached its end
With few praises and many promises.
I know it is only for today
But this empty feeling cannot be stopped.

Too cool

I am only bothered by your question marks
And your artificial doubts
That pose ridiculous installed on my way.
My voice is calm, my reason clear,
You will hear them
Until my coffee gets cold.

Word stream

Protracted and diluted
Worth no valid reason,
Your words are losing their power
And you my respect.
Aggressive words
Hide a void intention
I will not favour.

Protein pray

Dear Lord,
Make me a protein today
To express myself in all settings.
I wish for time to make me more resistant.
I demand the stability
In a simple watery situation.
I yearn to be hard-working
And fast reaching
While selecting my companions
For a perfect fit.

Art in the lab

Hard life in they lab
Where hard materials and soft dreams
are tested
I don’t feel I deserve
Your pastel smiles and encouragement
When my data are a Pollock
And my protocol a rollercoaster.
Be there and keep quiet
To watch the show.

Work passion

No plans, no agendas, no reminders
Are needed
When work is curious
And colleagues are stimuli.
Targets are just bites for you
Who anxiously dreams how the whole cake will be
And how the story will end

Dreaming floating

Taken by a day-long search
For an explanation
To the behaviour of those pet molecules
It is easy to live like in a dream.
Floating over samples
And graphic statistics,
I breath only when the picture is in focus
And has defined borders.
I try not to Forget those little questions
And wanderings
That add corners and colour harmony
To data.

Oxymoron proofing

I move from one extreme to other
Picturing oxymoronic reality
To point the weak link
Of the theory.
Proceeding by extended
I make the interpretation idiot-proof
And solid
As a first stone for future steps.

Control travel

I contract my muscles
Crunching over control
Of little Excel cells and tiny data points.
The scenario they picture
Is the natural reality
Or the translation of my expectations?
With a joyful papercup of Black tea in my hand
And a backpack of numbers and theories,
I travel through unseen possibilities and questions that hide treasure doors.