Finding a courageous snail on the way
tells a journey that never ends
and marked by value and purpose.
Nature, a tiny house,
sliding through the dangers and annoyances,
and a scratchy tongue what you need
Jumping high and looking over the fence
my hair becomes crazy and wild.
Blushed by the effort
I forget my aim
and end up looking ta the sky
and imagining the future.
Happy, smiling shyly, and and feeling young
I m cuddled by the fresh air and not
the stress of plans of others.
The result was clear and my future
was glowing in front of me.
I had to buy it and turn my plan around.
A million ideas hit me hard and lifted
In there lab
At the gym
In the park.
My plan was a success
My plan changed fast and twisted its way around.
I bought it, it arrived, it sat idle on the shelf.
In the middle of the night
I watch my life as a movie
With characters vanishing
And persons acting.
Condensed in a dream,
The countless adventures and challenges
Seem logical and worthy.
Happy and grateful,
I can ready
The sun has today
A paternal attitude
Coming through in bright spots
To enlighten my thoughts
Of revolutionary science
for a future we can hardly draw
in Black and white.
In the sun,
How to, is never a question
When the idea sweeps you away.
Sunny or rainy, cold or hot,
And you see only the future
In front of you.
The imagination flies free
And experiments are quick
Telling stories that fascinate the society
And provide talks over the coffee.
A mute film goes on in my mind
Where the next experiment is enacted
And proteins jump and roll
Under the perfect light
On the thinnest of the cellulose fibres.
The behaviour is unpredictable,
A moody twist of the binding
Produces a loss and a dramatic inactivity.
The tiny acrobat has fallen
But not without living an imaginary event
Of high potential for science
And of fascinating cartoonish drama for me.
The talent of listening
Can be trained and domesticated
Giving us the possibility of enjoying
The efforts of others.
Listen to their stories
Or think about yourself and your daily struggle
Until you find yourself daydreaming
And time has passed.
Growing up limits are set
On what I like to watch,
on what deserves time,
And on who a smile will merit.
Protected by my limits
New body movements
and personal mental stretches
Enlarging this tiny room.
My living room will renew
And from being Full of material toys
And poor of openings
Will glow of artworks
And futuristic visions.
Fascinated by the sharp seasons
Alternating outside the lab window
I wonder how many seasons are needed
To ripen a scientific mind.
When questions turn into action
And words follow the ideas
It is ready.
My monster wants to look forward
It craves for novelty and answers,
For stories well told.
I feed it articles and newspapers,
The opulence of the Internet makes him choke.
It rests when my questions are set
And written down for walking to tomorrow.
Treated like a child,
The brain learns and adapts
To the current of happenings and demands
We live in.
Cuddled it rests
And hides the power
Of future adventures
In the land of everyday’s science.
Dubious on the outcome of the day,
I turn to my cup for reassurance
Natural deep liquid of magic properties,
reveal me my future
or only the next step
not to stumble or turn in circle
but to move forward
impatient as you make me.
Words in a stream
Full the room and the heart of the scientist
When the unknown is the destination
And our hands the means.
Curious like kittens
And smart like bees
Scientists get ignited
And the hunt starts.
While daydreaming of the perfect experiment
I release the fear of missing out
And of wasting time
Of no value.
The squares of a chessboard
Assemble in my head
and rank equally important
Yet necessary and unique.
Experiments to answer doubts
And to move a bit the border of knowledge
Take my day
And fill my heart.