It only gets better When you close the book and open the door. Your searched and distributed, You arranged and discussed, You defended and confuted, You need to step out the lab After stepping up the whole day. Advertisements
In a few instances the poem is your hand. You show the play, You teach the actors, Your script holds for history. Your diary in the pocket, Your labbook on the desk, Your files in the cloud ☁, Are the characters and humorists telling your version, Speaking your life. Remember them on the journey, Feed … Continue reading Your Diary, Your Version
Who is the visionary so tall to stare always at the horizon? Who is the woman so determined to carry a small purse? Who is the scientist so patient to wait for the echo of her efforts in the life of people?
The dots are connected in a new constellation That guides me in the lab And in the dark days. Shiny edges enclose a destiny and a path. Experiences are never random, You draw your own sky.
Alone and defenceless you stared At my grey hair and at my accurate collection of personal answers. I never felt more responsible and judged, By a young pinky face full of fear For a world she did Not and could not grasp. The moment we committed to each other, To a daily hunt For your … Continue reading Inquisitory eyes
My hand is pink and soft, It points forward and is ready to grab yours. Do you see it in this autumn fog? The orange trees cheer us up when Ups and downs entertain us And give us reasons for long coffees.
The paper is blank But your days were full. One by one you built the ladder, Walked it hesitantly, And sat at the top. The story is written in solid words and wooden sticks. Be brave and look down, Look back and read your limits, The story tells itself.
I eat you lovely protein, I cuddle you in my lab, I Freeze you for new adventures, And finally you warm me up. Curly and long, you keep me safe Through the winter like a jacket, My natural fur.
You can know my DBA, you can study my epigenetics, My phenotype will be familiar to you. My thoughts are not encoded, What I think of you Is post-modified.
Your place in the world is safe, You can sit down. You don’t have to fight your colleague, Or snoop over their shoulder, or steal their solutions, Or guess their ideas. You place in the world is empty, You should decorate it. You don’t have to copy your neighbours, Or hire their gardener, Or paint … Continue reading Your place in the world
After being dissected, looked at under the lens And minutes in the behaviour, Holidays have come. You, little protein, Can rest and sleep in the cozy freezer drawer, My name on the label will protect you. You, scientist of the day, have a book full of details you will understand next week, On the beach.
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Holding right to my brain That floats and shakes in this period of frustration. Water is warm and waved are regular, Like boredom that slowly Embrace you day by day Until you forget your passions And what makes you special. You decide that, Not those outside.
The treasure is hidden, Serendipity is behind the data, The value of a stone hard casted. As a particle, my position is clear, My direction secretly determined in me. You will see me only too late. Behind you, in front of you I run.
The automatic glass door that hides you In moments of planning and hope Will protect you With her silence Now that you are lost. Pride, safety, amusement, All together when the numbers do not tell a good story.