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.
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.
