Never alone

Look straight ahead and you will see what stops you.

You have conquered your space

on a sofa or at the table

nobody can take it from you,

your teeth are now sharp.

Remember those who nodded at you

and pushed you forward.

Squeaky chair

I open my eyes and stand up,

I walk and almost run,

I jump and almost fall on this late train.

I cared for my clothes and my hair,

I feed my colleagues and cheer my boss,

Yet my chair is squeaky,

But I will not sit for long.

Jump ahead

A stair of papers

And unresolved questions give me strength.

The jump is a search,

my spring is loaded

and written hard

On paper with CV as a crown.

Lab coat

Dots of unknown colour,

Stains of never-studied proteins

Are my medals.

On my chest and around my arm,

They Tell a recent story of fight and explosions.

Invincible in the way,

standing strong through the washings ,

A Memento of the past and a map to my future.

Reason on me

You try to follow

But cannot grasp the subtle logic.

A simple experiment

Marked my day and my work forever.

Will that results define me? My career?

Will this topic be me forever?

Changing road is hard,

when success strikes.

Jump the wall

I throw my mind

Over the wall using a single hand

And wait for the bump.

If was searching for novelty,

It might have found it.

What is new is still hidden

And i can only excite in its imminent rise.

Mind will tell me,

Among thoughts of routine,

What I could not imagine

and get thrilled for

Only few days ago..

Constellation

A full day on my shoulders

And lots of satisfactions

Point towards a new direction.

Taking time to notice,

Each gesture is a responsibility

And a plan for the future.

Winter darkness

What tickles my mind

in this dark winter day?

Worries of career, fears of loneliness

This undetermined future of ours

Join forces and seed doubts.

I drop my anchor

In the small achievements in my wallet

And those tiny ideas shining in the dark.

After work

My arms are crossed
And my thoughts far away
When the bell rings.
The day is over
Or does it start?
I head home and fill the last hours
With tenderness and personality
Until the sleep comes
And my heart holds a list
With minute-long experiences and small memories.

Repetiton-free

Consistency and authenticity
Border the road
Where I roam apparently free.
Direction is forward
On the long term,
But today i will go sideway
And free myself
From the restrain of the map
Of a well accepted career.

Mixology

I mix my dreams with my loved ones
And try to paint a picture of harmony.
Work and life,
Food and acceptance,
Love and ambition,
Balance and moving forward
Delimit my way.

Dress strong

So sleeping, I choose my dress
In the dark of the bedroom
As an armour for the day.
A sharp colour for subtle affirmations
And a sleek shape to slide through
Confrontation.

Stick around

The work revolves around
With a touch of nonsense and void.
What makes sense to me
Is not a peculiarity and of no importance
To the reasonless pressure and optimization.
I will observe and learn,
I will stick around.

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.

Golden star

I smiling enter the tunnel
of fantastic travels
And uninhibited thoughts
While the wet really condenses around me.
The minutes dilate
And the day got a its golden star
Even today.

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.

Daydream solo

Staring to the glass
that puts a blue into the reality,
I see th details of my life vibrate
to the rhythm of business and ambition.
A bitter taste comes to the tongue
and life is slowed down
while the old dreams emerge from the back.

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.

Energy crisis

I have no idea of what power
Is pulling the sun up today,
Across a deserted sky of summer loneliness.
I can estimate that strength
And find carefully inside myself
To push myself through the chores
Of the office, of the hobbies, of the marriage.

Belly speaking

What holds me back
Has no hands and no reason.
In my belly a fear and a spasm.
From true dedication,
there came disappointment
Dressed in targets and evaluations.
No belly tells lies.

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.

Change league

I sweat alone
While my feet are tapping
And yearn to join the game.
The game is familiar
But I have played it for too long.
Rules are tights jackets
And the ball a long known relative.

No Limits

The limits of a repetitive and recurrent nature
Are confronted with the infinity of the molecules
Orchestrating a bigger design
As crowded modern cities
Fit in single statistical values.
Find your scale, find your limits,
Start pushing.

Academia hunting

Hard and strong like a Kernel
In the stream of the competition
That science has become.
Floating or settling
Talking or observing
I learn to alternate the powers
While the target slowly fades.

Low fences

The rigid walls of a predefined career
Are easy to aspire to
And reassuring when thinking about the future.
Walls that delimit a job,
That Somebody else has designed
Are very high and the missing view
Is sadly breathtaking.

Theory for success

I know the theory very well,
What to is best to say
How to stand
And the way to behave.
Theory will give it all to me,
You say,
But it does not feel right.
I will find the theory for me
Looking inside.
Maybe no career, maybe only truth.

Proceedings and pausing

You can pause for a day, a week,
And nobody sees your standing.
You alone Are creating.
Your mind, your imagination
Is processing yours next steps
And gluing together your achievements.
What comes next is in the picture
But still unfocused
until your superpowers
Are redefined.

Career stress

Career as a gloomy destiny
And a sweaty work to do.
The stress of articles
Highlighting its importance
Demotivate me
And put water on the burning glamour
of living in the lab.
What is fun and pleasure
Has to be a smart move.
I refuse.

Trust your hands and step forward

Years of hypotheses and confrontation
Gave you that idea
Of marvelous potential
And unmeasurable impact
For the people and the society.
You cuddle it in your mind
You question it and lay it to rest
Each day until the right moment.
If it makes sense
If it is feasible
Depends only on you
And your hands and vision.
You prove it
You make it reasonable and accepted
Against the critics and odds of statistics.
Trust your hands and step forward.

Sunset

The sun sets on my labbook
Even today
When streams of numbers and
Tangles of lines
Drew a new panorama
Made of lights and surprise
for my lifelong hypothesis.

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