The right volume is dispensed
In a standing glass of honesty and accuracy.
The bench gathers simple liquids and mysterious tools
That will decode the way to that answer
In a successive repetitive dance.
Taken by a day-long search
For an explanation
To the behaviour of those pet molecules
It is easy to live like in a dream.
Floating over samples
And graphic statistics,
I breath only when the picture is in focus
And has defined borders.
I try not to Forget those little questions
That add corners and colour harmony
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.
Another day has passed
Through my clicks and my printings
In the busy lab
Who looks forward.
Lab animals feed on planning the future
And snack on tiny bites of promising mistakes
While the mission proceeds.
Sunny day with a lazy face,
Stand by me and lull me through the hours
Of this nonsensical routines.
The door opens silently
And the imagination escapes
Into the bright landscape
Holding hands with my secret plans.
I see you love me, science,
Through your perfect curves and colourful graphs
In which support is screamed
About my brave ideas.
I read you love me not
When the night falls
On me alone in the lab
Chasing in a round
The long awaited answer.
Of data under the blue light
Or of people
Under the academic pressure
Doesn’t need to be taught.
A story of science
Comes in numbers and lines
Scientific elegance unfolds
In the critical interpretation
And in the will to explain
And fully quantify
Pushing buttons and drawing graphs.
In the dark of the lab
My results come to life,
Fluorescent lines under the lamp.
Loneliness and suspense
Are my companions
Until the story can be told.
The echo of clashing experiments
Fills the lab on this windy day.
The dream result
has left everybody standing speechless
And everybody with a broken heart
after days of efforts.
Impulses take over and the youngs predict a ruin
While the seniors know
Another hunt had just started.
Nonsense discussions behind random numbers
Fill the time of scientists with no ideas.
Good hypotheses and good manners
Show in results with a clear personality
And a well written message.
The laughter is missing
When the hands move quick in the lab
Guided by the uncertainty
Of your recurring dilemma.
Sitting in the back of the mind
That rare possibility is talking to you
As a fresh breeze luring you away
From the routine.
Is a bad behaving protein
hiding a treasure?
A thousand experiments
Are started but might still not convince you.
Communication appears essential
When what you research daily
and has a shine for your eyes
No other people can see.
Selecting the words is the job
And depicting them in images
You will fill the white pages
With memories and sensations
Others live on holidays
And you feel in the lab
When nobody is watching
And your results emerge.
In the ready of light
The importance of the fluorescent dots
Is in your eye and mind.
The microscopic world is alive and jumping
Into a new dimension you produced
With experience and passion.
Big plans and long thinking processes turn small into organisms and lines
Nobody has seen before.
She is coming quick paced
From the distant end of the visual
But her energy precedes her.
These rare people paint our life yellow
And poke a finger at our rear
To push us up
Like an uncontrollable spring
Moving in unforseen directions
Of equal fascination.
Tell me your secret
To enjoy the moment
When the plan diverts and the reality is illogical.
The shivering is sudden
And search for an explanation instantaneous.
A million doors are open at the moment
And you feel your chance has finally arrived.
You cannot predict or imagine
The science that takes life
Outside the lab.
When the background changes
Innovation is born
And the colours of bravery and craziness
Become feasibility and will to risk.
Each risk is a step you take
And a chance to yourself
You cannot miss.
Publishing comes at the end
And like parting leaves a mark
On the skin and in the memory.
Details seem minor and of no effort
But you know the price you paid
And the taste it left.
Experiences are joined
And the discovery is presented
Like the tale of your life
In the lab.
Allow your inner quiet to reach the surface.
Incredible discoveries are born in silence,
Are adopted by the enjoyment for life,
And take life in your gloved hands
in the lab.