The data do not fit,
Your protein is dead,
The fluorescence is gone,
Yet a smile rises on your face.
Data are absorbing me,
The blue light of the screen is tuning my circadian rhythm,
Old samples accumulate
And I have forgotten my vision.
That question pulls me,
That chocolate gives me five minutes of heaven.
Look up, there is a cloud,
had you noticed?
A single figure is drawn
from months of conjectures and rubber gloves
To Tell the reality, as we see it.
In thin line and filled dots,
The chart shows a relationship
And we feel like a big family.
The noise of these data is killing me
One dot at the time,
Shooting on the blank space.
Lack of order and lack of grip
On this rushing days
Condense in chocolate abuse.
Always calculated and never measured,
It tells us what to be.
Together we are.
A story of science
Comes in numbers and lines
Scientific elegance unfolds
In the critical interpretation
And in the will to explain
And fully quantify
Pushing buttons and drawing graphs.
You start to see patterns
In front of your eyes and in your life.
What in the lab perfectly fits
Is chaos and uncertainty for the heart.
Those words that hurt
Can only be approximated
To a less painful sentence.
Don’t ask others for advices but
Wait until you can give the best one to yourself.
In silence suspend the judgement
And keep the tempting conclusions at bay.
Keep hanging and enjoy the feeling
For the unseen stranger reality
Your data tell you.