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Office companion

The plastic bottle of water on my desk

got an inner life

and a green shade.

Friendly algae have taken possession

and shout ‘biology’ to me.

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Blue light

The blue light of the screen

Gives me results and ageing.

Can I work and not hurt myself?

Can I do science and stay young?

Can I connect and not irradiate my cells?

Conscious and curious,

I sit at my desk.

Science rockstar

Like a rockstar on the stage,
I sweep through my slides
In the beamer’s strobo light
And sing of proteins and behaviours
While the others shout and stare.
My music is rhythmic
And my beat regular
To take on a unique journey.

Pigeon ideas

I define my meaning
Picturing those pointy questions
And surrounding myself
With carrots and clear waters
Where baby ideas are born.
The passion of birth
Is a bright light I feed
Like a little girl moves her little hand
To the pigeons.

Lost at sea

It is Difficult to see
What is behind my back
On this rare foggy day of summer.
I am stick on the present
and in the lack of memory of this grey cloud.
The direction is list for a moment
But the lighthouse is always on
Out there.

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