Staring to the glass
that puts a blue into the reality,
I see th details of my life vibrate
to the rhythm of business and ambition.
A bitter taste comes to the tongue
and life is slowed down
while the old dreams emerge from the back.
Like a movie with no sound,
The stories unrolling in the lab
Are told by gestures and frantic moves
Pulling papers and plastics in the air.
The dreams of science
Are in squared frames
Hanging behind the door
But always lit in the heart of a scientist.