Lab mysteries

The data do not fit,

Your protein is dead,

The fluorescence is gone,

Yet a smile rises on your face.

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Look up there is a cloud

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?

The chart tells it and sells it

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.

Chocolate grip

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.

Scientific story

A story of science
Comes in numbers and lines
Revealing behaviours
Of nature.
Scientific elegance unfolds
In the critical interpretation
And in the will to explain
And fully quantify
Pushing buttons and drawing graphs.

Heart analysis

Cracking numbers
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.

Data speaking

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
Of surprise
For the unseen stranger reality
Your data tell you.