Never lost love

My protein had lost is fluo,

It doesn’t greet me with a spark

At the end of the dark fridge anymore.

We were friends

And she left me.

Her curls flat free on the water now,

Her awesomeness remains in my book.

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Holidays

Your pipettes are still smoking

And your notes on scrap paper

When the holidays arrive.

A feeling of incomplete and guilt descends

While you leave the long concrete corridor.

your mind rushes

to plan and refine elegant experiments

Not to waste time

While your bikini awaits you.

Lab coat

Dots of unknown colour,

Stains of never-studied proteins

Are my medals.

On my chest and around my arm,

They Tell a recent story of fight and explosions.

Invincible in the way,

standing strong through the washings ,

A Memento of the past and a map to my future.

Protein cartoons

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.