Tag: discovery

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.