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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
