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Gloves for life

I handle my previous

With tight gloves of no value.

I shake hands I admire

With naked skin.

I grab hot stimulant liquids

With shaky fingers.

My chubby fingers lie crossed,

My mind flies high.

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Science community

Finally out of the dog,

The project has got momentum,

I am not alone anymore.

My works don’t fall into the void,

The echo is lost,

Reasoning returns from they canyon.

Science is a community

Holding hands.

Tired hands

Refill these hands

That worked hard and bled today

To add beauty and respect

To old clothes.

Hands not smooth and not shy

That travel quick through the stitches

And join the borders of a hot Sunday.

Give them water, a shake, and a rest

In your lap

Until fresh again.

Morning start

Silently the train approaches me
And the action starts.
The day and its plot are initiated
By my expert and warm gestures
Moving towards the lab.
Everything looks like yesterday night
But a wow is hidden somewhere
Also today.

Movement start

Reward me with a tea
Made from free mountain herbs
For my independence.
Return my kindness
With a freshly baked cake
That your hands crafted in liberty.
Move your eyes to follow my anguish
And surprise me with a message
Made of five words that do not rhyme.
Start a movement
and you will never feel in the corner.

Grounded

Young woman with a sculptured character
You Prevent me from running blindly
Towards a mirage with a blurred profile
And from grabbing with direct hands my illusions.
You keep me connected
To the world of decisions and actions
Where perfection is unnecessary
And purposes are valuable.

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