Focus and quick typing
lead to the perfect manuscript.
Focus feeds on dark tannic chocolate,
typing burns calories and sweet molecules.
The chemistry in my body brings
science and creativity to the world.
Reviewers love
I don’t know you And I love you.
You in your office,
The new shy member
of my scientific enlarged family.
Tough love is love,
Critics show care,
Statistics give meaning,
Typos are enthusiasm.
Your comments are my religion.
Waiting responses
Holding my pens
Waiting for the next results to write
In a heartbeat.
Research hills you by the hand,
Then drops you careless
In the pocket of an editor.
Will my story be told?
Will my figures be admired?
Hoping my answers will be useful.
Charming brain
Physical touch as a surprise
Wakes me up in the lab.
Caught up by my brain activities
And passionate planning
I forgot my presence, my breasts, my curls,
My natural charm.
My forehead corrugated and my heart
longing for an experiment to end.
The impossible happened.
Postponed stress
Fascinated by the job,
Addicted to the visuals.
I enter the loop and get lost
In my mental starry sky.
At the desk I can travel,
Learn insane details,
Join futuristic communities
And nobody notices
I am absent,
Yet still sitting.
Paper cup with no logo
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
Each morning.
Just released
Optimism spices up the adventure.
I see the end of it,
The ready text,
The comprehensive images.
I failed to picture the long nights,
I failed to picture the critics in my head,
I failed to picture the tired morning train,
I failed to picture the silent days in a crowded loud office,
I failed luckily also to picture
how high the wave of addictive
adrenaline would be.
Signing at last
Results and images had no name,
Hanging loose in the air of the auditorium.
Years have passed and they have been spoken,
Discussed, and tortured by anybody
With a mouth and a degree.
Now they are on the screen, they have a link,
They have a father and a mother,
And multiple curious coming along like children.
The list of names is long,
The list start with me.
Protein novel
My words flow enthusiastic
Telling a topic few appreciate.
The story had little players
With specific superpowers
That secretly touch or lives
In the core moments.
Science punch
Days and years in and out of the lab
Are now a story and a small contribution
To a vivid community
Of hunters.
Scientists share and compete
Building a library and a better world.
Scientific story
A story of science
Comes in numbers and lines
Revealing behaviours
Of nature.
Scientific elegance unfolds
In the critical interpretation
And in the will to explain
And fully quantify
Pushing buttons and drawing graphs.
Lab lamp
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.
Communicating for you
Communication appears essential
When what you research daily
is uncommon
and has a shine for your eyes
No other people can see.
Selecting the words is the job
And depicting them in images
Hard.
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.
Publication here
That long time had passed
And what took years to compile
Is now open to the world.
Curious eyes will undress it,
Critical thinkers will hold it
One day maybe against you.
Your hypothesis is breathing
And, alive, it can join other minds
In their travels
Drawing paths in a snowy desert.
Hard work manuscript
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.
Manuscript fascination
Knitting Words in a thin line
To portray a discovery
Is a daunting experience.
Describe what is immediate
And later drive people
to the hidden effort
And the bumpy journey
That kept you up at night
And excited at day.
BrushStrokes
Details are in the corners
And in the last strokes of the brush
To complete the aquarello
When nobody is watching.
Sitting at the desk
The many experiments transform
Fusing in a single story
Whose last slow details
Make me feel unique.
Dissemination
Spot the top taste,
Divide the deluding dichotomies,
To tell a tale of lucid technology.
Welcome the reader, put your tools on the table,
and paint your discoveries with only straight lines and rigid angles.
They will read it, they will reason it,
It will happen.
Manuscript core
Spell, correct, abbreviate,
Own the judgment,
Respect the community.
Formulas and curves to embrace,
Hypotheses and deductions that drive,
To uncover the hidden beauty of nature.
