Flamingo dance

On a foot I cruise the lab,
Walking sideways in a diagonal,
I reach my high desk.
I stretch my neck to discover the documents,
Hiding silent in the back,
While the others follow me
with their eyes filled of water.

Everyday hunt

Everyday leads me on a treasure hunt
With hints hidden below a coffee cup
And inside an orange.
I zigzag absent-minded while other proceed
Bloody on their metallic rigid tracks.
Resting at last, with my constellation
of secret places And my hands full
And sweaty.

Science grounded

Lean in and Throw your hand
into the thin crispy air
Even if you don’t have anything.
Your offer is will
And it will be grabbed
with violence and hearty gratitude
When the hypothesis seems like a stranger
And the results hold your feet to the ground.

Baby vision

Red Hair and a pointy nose
Are your ticket in this trip
Between mountains of velvety sheeps
and tons of vivid petals.
I see what you see
With suspense
And touch those peculiarities
That dot the panorama
And that drive me to the top.

Work rainbow

I draw delicately my borders
And guard them with criticism
the whole day in the lab.
I paint the intruders
of the colours of support and good attitude
While their footprints contaminate and enrich
The working space or me.

Bikini crazy

I today rediscover that skin breathes
and how solar radiation empowers my thoughts
and turns me into a powerful and brave curl.
Summer at its full potential
and me peak together this year
in the middle of an unpredictable July.

Late discovery

Drops from my forehead
Fall gracelessly on the paper
And reminds me of the time passed.
Late in the night,
I will remember only the joy and the childish dubious faith,
But now the effort is real
And the struggle in my mental muscles.

Office distribution

The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.

Science panorama

The prism of science
Gives a rainbow of molecules
and active proteins
That together build the unimaginable.
Impossible to fully understand or draw,
This panorama fascinates me
As every inch hides a temperamental player.

New path in the forest

Don’t abandon me
In this green forest with hidden lives and rumors.
The sun its high and the heat a curse
For an animal like me
Whose skin is gentle and the soul pale.
With no reference and no voice,
Only a new path is possible
And of already started behind me.

Lab lamp

In the dark of the lab
My results come to life,
Fluorescent lines under the lamp.
Loneliness and suspense
Are my companions
Until the story can be told.

Next

Unbelievable sky
That changes with my life,
Where will you take me next?
My feet are tired, my soul still insatiable
Of moments full of questions
And instants with the legs up.

Invisible research

Outside the window, people are rushing
Like salmons against the stream
And stretching their pink heart for man-created stresses.
Nothing is visible inside the lab
Where mentally free educated adults
Move and snoop the behaviour of molecules nobody else would see.
Research as the hunt for the invisible,
the getting lost in nanometers,
And drown in a cuvette.

Unusual path

I have fallen into the trap
Of listening to your expectations
And demands to make my life reasonable
To your eyes.
Disappointed and surprised
I find myself alone on a life
Of clearly set marks.
The unusual path is hard to justify
And words are limited
But silence and quick hands can make it happen.

Out of the fog

Treasures are rarely measured
In weight or currency
And finding them is all
but a waste of energy.
I walk away with empty hands
and a book full of lessons and experiences.
Those words spent in a rush
With no intended importance
In an unplanned setting
Are the ones I will remember
And I will be grateful for
When my road will be clear
From this light -absorbing fog.

Apnea in the lab

Having the answer
Makes your shoulders rest
And your breathing come back
Like a goldfish back to water
After an acrobatic jump.
The apnea of the search
While diving through false illusions
and deceiving results
Is poisonous
Yet addictive to the heart.

Second for development

What’s so special on being the first?
A blink of idea takes you to a long deserted journey
And your arrival is welcomed with astonishment and envy.
The second position shows your thinking
And your power to make things better
And turn a genius idea
into an affordable intuition.

Microscope creation

In the ready of light
The importance of the fluorescent dots
Is in your eye and mind.
The microscopic world is alive and jumping
Into a new dimension you produced
With experience and passion.
Big plans and long thinking processes turn small into organisms and lines
Nobody has seen before.

Risky science

You cannot predict or imagine
The science that takes life
Outside the lab.
When the background changes
Innovation is born
And the colours of bravery and craziness
Become feasibility and will to risk.
Each risk is a step you take
And a chance to yourself
You cannot miss.

Connecting dots

Here is your beauty
In your ironically serious questions
And your questioning the status quo
At each moment.
You adjust your believes
As you go along your way
And the difficulty is for the others to follow
And understand the trajectory
By connecting the dots.

Gloved hands

Allow your inner quiet to reach the surface.
Incredible discoveries are born in silence,
Are adopted by the enjoyment for life,
And take life in your gloved hands
in the lab.

Believe and trust

Always looking forward
We forget the taste of the past rides
In the lab.
Once assumptions,
Those crazy ideas are now believed
And found printed in the journals.
Through hard days
We learnt to trust
And believe the unreasonable
Until it became just a stepping stone.

Hunting and chasing in the lab

Science and life in the lab
Proceed by steps and jumps
Hunting and chasing
Unnoticed Connections and timid molecules.
Each day writes a paragraph
And each manuscript a chapter
To your autobiography of science.
Each phase of your life is reflected
In a discovery and a struggle
You soon forget even if it steers your life and career.
You will write it
One day
Your personal biography in science
Of when an uncontrolled temperature
Took you a new protein
And when that old enzyme
Played a new trick.

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.

Chasing what

Curious like a weasel
I find my sneaky way to experiment
The hidden question
In the back of the mind.
Curiosity keeps science alive
And gives its players the rules
While moving always the goal.
Hiding and chasing
Each day is a step
While the direction forms at the horizon.

Protein hunt

What looks abundant
Is sometimes useless
In a way you cannot perceive.
Proteins are there
But they do not behave
According to your plans
Like stubborn donkeys.
You make them, you treat them,
You feed them
Yet they rebel.
Small molecules can tame them
But the discovery is not immediate.

Streaks

Streaks of buffer on the paper
To communicate,
Streaks of light on the quartz
To analyze,
Streaks of bacteria on a gel
To separate.
Surrounded by lines building boundaries
I sneak and squeeze
Towards the end of each
Where the pot of gold lies.

Everyday lab

Between uncertainties and errors
I draw my line and lay my questions
While I wait for the eureka
And sigh at the bench.

Alone in the lab

Stars outside sneak through the blinds
Curious of my flame.
Frenetic and yawning I focus
On the fire and on my hands.
Tiptoeing among the tubes
Double thinking all my movements
Rejecting sleep and doubts
I slowly proceed.

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