Excel reason

Cells and numbers arrange
In a logic reserved to few
And drawing lines
Suggesting actions.
The future is shaped
By those commas and exponentials
And from the numbers,
An innovative way of stepping comes.

Tickling brain

Numbers in the table,
Like kids holding hands in a line,
Show me the direction
While tickling my brain
In this hide-and-seek game.
The pull and magic of the hidden trend
Make me a solo artist
Behind the curtain of an unapologetic  stage.
 

Numbers talk

My lips cannot pronounce
The impact of these numbers
But only imagine it and suggest it
With metaphors and little confidence.
Numbers talk to me
And they swirl into a portray of our future
That hardly graphics can describe.

Limitless corner

Reason alone in a corner,
Curled up in thoughts of limitless costs
And added your innovation bloom
Like when you were
A just arrived first-year student.
Thoughts of Time and money
Chain your unique ideas
To a desk at the end of the classroom
Buy few steps
Will take you forward.

Cycle of this life

Repeat and renew
Is a motto for work and for life.
Myself, my interests, my failures
Are resurfacing over and over again
In the cyclical time.
I run naked to make this cycle
Consistent with who I am,
Yet new and innovated
To move ahead.

Revenge will

Routine and curiosity killed the cat.
After shouting questions falling in thin air
And donating uniqueness to a future not his,
The wise woman sits still and observes the decline.
A million scenarios run through his head
Some fascinating, some of no effort
And tickle his will of revenge

Personal ripening

Refrain from participation,
Observation is the highest way of learning
And critical assessment.
Preserver your opinions
And let them ripen
Far from the others’ sight.
Golden and juicy
You will enjoy them in solitude.

Big ideas, small hands

I am a speckle of dust
Filled with ambition and clear thinking
Shivering its small size.
How to translate what is boiling in me
Into a recipe and a spoon
To feed the curious world?

Job interview

You threw your ball
To the distracted crowd
And wait now for it
To be in the air
Again.
It flies back to you
Sometimes covering the reassuring sun
Covered in possibilities and maybes.
Catch.

Idea queue

The regret for those ideas
Of brilliant impact
Testing on the sofa
Of lack of equipments
And of lack of time
Takes my sleep away.
Today I moved then
From the sofa to the corridor
Ready to go out
And get tested open air.

Outreach research

How to, is never a question
When the idea sweeps you away.
Sunny or rainy, cold or hot,
The world
Subsides
And you see only the future
In front of you.
The imagination flies free
And experiments are quick
Telling stories that fascinate the society
And provide talks over the coffee.

Picking bubbles

Ideas form like in the bubbling wine
And migrate to the surface
For recognition.
Experience selects and isolate
The ones with personality
While curiosity picks
The few solitary and iridescent.

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.

Strategy of a failing life tasting

A new strategy of life
tells me to approximate
to be able enjoy the ups and downs.
Nothing is sharp
and everything has a margin of error
To turn the falls into possibilities
and the successes into mere stepping stones.
You survive yet not enjoy deeply
If nothing is enough and
Nothing deserves a celebration.

Mirage in the lab

What you wish if what drags you
Out of bed, out of the office chair
As a distant mirage
Glowing in the lab.
The pale hypothesis
Rings no bell to anybody else
But speaks to you.
In your head it lits up
And puts fire in your belly.
Will it work? Is it true? Is it real?
It is up to you, only,
Also today.

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.