Holidays spark a light on the passions,
attachment to hobbies,
addiction to communication.
The luggage is always too big and heavy.
Loving this motto.
Bikinis are perfect for the beach
but also for the hot summer rain
when it comes as a surprise.
When life tries to slap you in the face
Give it a high five, instead.
Decision are easy
When survival is the target.
No influence or guidelines
No protocol to follow
No power pressure is allowed
When I set myself up for healthy nutrition.
I know what’s best
The body knows best
Evolution taught what is best.
We are machines optimised to survive
And fill up with nutrients.
I thought of getting creative and made some new entries for THE SHOP!
Your two ends teach me life,
Decisions should not stress me
Any direction is equal
And choosing is just moving on with life.
Shout in the middle of your sausage
with a nice drink in your hand,
Orient yourself randomly,
Whatever you decide
Your end will be delicious.
Dams are extreme measures
And you could not escape or see our coming.
Flooding cold leaves you empty,
Like a desert ready to blossom
after a long century.
Alone you watch and dig for solutions
You only have.
You will get over it,
You will learn from it
You are everything it takes
You feel better when you remember this.
You did it already
You are consoling the most important person
And you hands close on each other
And you are not alone anymore.
Walking in public had never been
And you could hug trees and streetlights
With no shame.
The moment will pass but the taste
Will be a new neuron in your head
and a new reference value.
Sweet like a daisy and mellow like chamomile,
Bubbly like the sky in spring
And solid like you have never been before
You will stand
Aiming a new high.
Here some proteins in yellow for you! Curious about what they are?
The bench is a sofa
For those that search an escape
And the fresh air
Tickles those dreams that once attracted
And now stare,
Curious of the outcome and the choices.
Ready for the summer? A little balcony is enough to enjoy some sun 🙂
Sit and stare
Time will not run out
Of your cup.
Keep quiet and dream
The silence will feed you.
Looking for a protein-rich idea? Buy from THE SHOP!
Nothing describes the flash
Of the metal in the water
Of the fluorescent protein alone
Of the graph that tells it all.
That explosion in the head and in the belly
That moves you a hundred feet ahead
And above the clouds
Confirms your inner voice
And your undiscussed talent.
I like playing with colors to drive attention to the beauty of nature.
I hope you like the effect on this tiny backpack 🙂
When you see objectification
When you see poor fittings
When life gives you unstable molecules
When you feel alone and your hands are full
But your shoulders heavy
I wish fluorescent proteins were everywhere around me… have seen this magic mug with the GFP in false colours? Check out the latest entry in the shop here.
This is the layout
and this is the magic mug with a thermochromic finish and lots of fluorescent proteins
In moments of boredom or concern, seeing how beautiful the structures of nature are can reassure and inspire! I went back to my favourite molecules and selected some protein structures to bring some dynamism and creativity in our SHOP. Have a look at the NEW items with this protein!
This enzyme produces the aromatic molecule limonene. imonene takes its name from French limon (“lemon“). Limonene is a chiral molecule, and biological sources produce one enantiomer: the principal industrial source, citrus fruit, contains D-limonene ((+)-limonene), which is the (R)–enantiomer. D-Limonene is obtained commercially from citrus fruits through two primary methods: centrifugal separation or steam distillation.. (read more DOI: 10.1021/acs.biochem.7b00143 and Wikipedia)
The mask hides no tiredness
And the physics of yawning
Is reflected on my glasses.
The fog is a clear answer
To the sleepless night
But the breathing is a necessity.
Time has slipped
The sun has come
Energising me through the eyes.
Summer is the tip
Of a year of work and satisfaction.
A long slide is now ahead
And my hair waiting to fly.
Time sticks to my hands
And I long into it for too long
Its forgotten faces,
the I will never talk to you again,
The let’s hold hands and let’s forget
Make the wrinkles of my young palms.
Routine tires me and each day
a challenge is born.
Many children follow me around and I chase
them like a cat fireflies.
My energy is fuelled
my smile fed
only Sundays interrupt.
Feelings flourish towards
the most unexpected objects.
Glassware with a shine
powders with no clumps
squares on my paper
pave my golden path to the Wizard
while I dare to wear the red shoes.
Tiny and tidy in white and gold
You will secure my thoughts and plans
For a future of jumps and bubbles.
Not a diary,
Not a child anymore,
Not an agenda,
I will dictate the time,
Words and numbers will be equals,
Time will be subjective.
Meditation and thinking
Force your energy and focus your intentions.
Frustrate your legs
and tickle your imagination.
Is stopping moving forward?