Thoughts and flowers from the lab
Escaped from the lab coat,
Devoid of ask analytic tools,
I dive into the garden
And let geometries of leaves
And flying perfumes surprise me.
They narrate a story
Written only for me
That will take me away
For the most precious moment of the day.
To which protein
I owe my day?
To the social that makes me breath?
To the tiny that shuttle energy?
Or to the millions outside my body?
Many and unique,
Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target,
Proteins give me everyday
That molecular food
I cannot find on my table.
I pushed myself
And the sofa is far away.
The green around gives a new pace
To my breathing and expectations
For this life
That’s never enough.
Lose control, embrace your music,
Restart fresh each time.
