Loving this motto.
Ready for making a statement against misinformed people?
Ready for making a statement against misinformed people?
Here some proteins in yellow for you! Curious about what they are?
Ready for the summer? A little balcony is enough to enjoy some sun 🙂
A batman-shaped protein and a self-assembling one tattoo these laptop sleeve.
Out of the lab
Each small mystery of nature triggers
My mind to investigate
And tell a story
Of tiny molecules and waves of light.
There kitchen reveals tools
And the Telefon is a new microscope
And food my friendly reagents.
Solvents and bubbling acids
Were sitting in front of my mask.
Careful and diligent with my hands,
I was protecting my experiment.
The mask hugs humid and sticky my face
When I am not in there lab.
Scared faces and worried hands move in my view,
What a new feeling.
The lab went out, it’s in the street,
It is in our home.
Waiting in line
To get challenged and stand up for myself.
Teaching my body, after teaching my mind
To be resilient
Learning to fight the dark side of the world.
When the lab is closed
The rules relax
And your hands rest.
You can follow your hunger
And do the alcohol.
There controlled world is far,
Time is a new canvas.
The limited space is the lake of boredom
Yet it tickles my creativity
Pushing my limits and my imagination.
What do I like? What’s special in me?
Is my life missing a tone?
I hear myself,
I write myself,
I suspended tha judgement
And keep moving
In days of isolation,
We are little grains of rice
Standing on soft baby feet.
No music can hide the silence
In the office,
Only your laughters
can make the day brighter.
Spring knocked and nobody opened.
It slammed the door to our face,
You cannot stop nature,
You cannot stop the revolution,
It will slap you awake
Each time you are lost in your data
Or your handy,
Or your worries.
I type, I type, I point
The whole day
To tell the reality from my chair-of-view.
I point and judge what is unusual
And deserving a poke.
But my fingers are still chubby,
Maybe filled still with words and opinions,
With ambition and caresses.
Unique and pink,
Fluffy and proud
Surf the wind.
Data and stats reassure me
In these days of intense pasta shopping.
Rates and maps tell me where to go
And sigh in relief.
The invisible virus travels with people
Petit and minimalista
Fascinates like no influencer has ever.
Observe the stones,
Dig into your garden
Classify your plants
See at the molecule-scale.
Make a summary,
Trust your gut but especially your observations.
Science is open, the lab is allaround.
Tools abound in our surroundings
And chemistry and physics
Can be explain.
The not so rounds drop,
The love of the microwave for water,
The boiling of pasta.
Phenomena that hide from us,
But also Hide laws and formulas.
So many cars around and so little mindfulness… I am so happy with my solution!
I couldn’t resist writing about the sweetest protein I have touched.
I hope you will enjoy the reading and I am looking forward to your comments.
The door is closed and the lights dim
When I look into the future of this adventure.
Only alone I see the reason,
the hidden underwater thread
Through my days and my hands.
I wish it was passing through my head.
One hand is occupied
Nu the heart and craze of coffee.
Cups shout a shop and an addition
But not mine.
I Reuse, I wash, my cup tells my name
And my will to action
Once it’s out,
It has all the handwriting
And labsweat in figures and captions.
Your going one step beyond
Deserves a light and a stage.
An article is a haute couture piece
For few but always an enchanted experience.
I am rain of numbers
In this stream of data and strings
When your name falls.
Many years gone by
Under the sun and under the clouds.
Only to me it is
Still a punch in the stomach
The candles are standing fierce
On a cake owed for years.
Sometimes time has run faster than me
And i felt unprepared.
Some days it was lagging behind me
Giving me some rest
And time to dream.
I see this article from a journal with no name
I see hard work and raining,
I see little attention and care from the society.
Science is competitive
Science is a fight with no weapons
Science is made by friends
Science gives you a 14 as an h-number.
Envy, waves and beads
Hit and hear up my face.
the joy of knowing is a warm sun inside my belly.
The head is cold and rationality
a blue finch flying fast.
Knowledge enters each day through my senses
To sleep in my soft female belly.
Knowing is power,
Knowing is sorted in the chubby tissue.
Quality of life has no numbers
Yet statistics tell me i am good.
Money and food i hunt and gather
To reach the end of the month,
Hugs are not measurable and
My salad is naïve,
My bus tired,
Mu clothes basic,
My heart a proud Tesla.
A low frequency plays in the background
And high-pitched words puncture my face,
The acoustic pollution is sometimes exciting,
The environment is always a challenge
For a small animal
Making her way with only words and opinions.
Joy and cuddles jump out of the bowl
Of my overcooked yellow rice.
The chemicals of saffron hug me and restore
With a steady hand.
Stretch your toes,
Keep going forward,
Your stomach knows where is ok to rest.
Trust your radar,
Ignore your reason,
You’re am animal.
Evolution never fails.
My idea was seeing them as sisters,
I was expecting a similar behaviour
and degree of spice
But the simulation lies sometimes.
Similar proteins with different personality
Make me smile while juggling.
Stones do not move freely
Unless the storm comes by surprise.
Trees bend and politely deny
The status quo.
Nature is the real teacher.
The dots are connected in a new constellation
That guides me in the lab
And in the dark days.
Shiny edges enclose a destiny and a path.
Experiences are never random,
You draw your own sky.
I jump in the air while sitting still
In this pinky sunset in a deserted office.
I sing in my head pretending to listen
In this meeting with too few friends.
I dance to a sweet melody
For each moment that gives me clarity.
So happy to see an article on how poetry helps scientists in Nature!
On my thick scarf,
Snowflakes were timid and nesting away
Giving me a the pleasure of a cold breeze.
I dreamt my coming holidays,
I planned my work to the boring detail,
I envisioned and felt the warmth of my family,
Until the train stopped again.
It stopped me.
The data are running wild chasing each
other in the living room,
the words of the manuscript are looking for a closure
among the glassware,
and another year passed.
Attending the details left from the year of the focus,
the new year fell on us with clarity and love.
Cannot believe it! Just reached 800 citations and ab H-index of 14!! What what? Just a matter of waiting 😊