Work passion

No plans, no agendas, no reminders
Are needed
When work is curious
And colleagues are stimuli.
Targets are just bites for you
Who anxiously dreams how the whole cake will be
And how the story will end

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Control travel

I contract my muscles
Crunching over control
Of little Excel cells and tiny data points.
The scenario they picture
Is the natural reality
Or the translation of my expectations?
With a joyful papercup of Black tea in my hand
And a backpack of numbers and theories,
I travel through unseen possibilities and questions that hide treasure doors.

Monday theft

My stomac bumping,
My breathing getting short
Tell me another Monday is coming.
In its simplicity,
A single day can grab the freedom
of the whole weekend.
Time spent walking
Among flowers and mountains,
The curious stirring for an exotic dish,
The calls with the lived ones
Get immediately sorted as memories,
Once the Monday comes.

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.

Delusion

Freezing like never before
I face the verdict the data show.
Once a charming idea,
Note the fruit of struggle
For no juice.
Accepting the sunset of a brilliant intuition
Is hard and leaves you empty inside
For a while.
Take a breath and look away
Ponder the future and forget the past
To restart.

The time when

The time a cake with the ingredients
became a cake with two ingredients.
The time the coffee break
Moved unnoticed
And included a whole lunch break.
The time I knew my stuff
Yet my protein decided not to follow
The protocol in front of me.
The time when results were so joyful
And better than any published ones.
The same day I could not stop working
And tempting little questions
Kept popping in my head,
And I was in the lab until morning.