Refrain from participation,
Observation is the highest way of learning
And critical assessment.
Preserver your opinions
And let them ripen
Far from the others’ sight.
Golden and juicy
You will enjoy them in solitude.
A cold March awaits me
With those young pointy flowers
that stars at me curious during my walks.
A whole brought season in front,
The do not look back to the cold winter
And happily channel their energy
To shine this year.
No promised result, no guaranteed next year, only one year more.
Tame your impatience
And start tasting the fruit of your work.
The bridge you have built
With your hands and your passion
You vary it on your shoulders.
It will become longer or steeper
with every lesson and every scar,
But will always take you over troubles and to the other side.
You start to see patterns
In front of your eyes and in your life.
What in the lab perfectly fits
Is chaos and uncertainty for the heart.
Those words that hurt
Can only be approximated
To a less painful sentence.
Opening like a flower
To welcome those new possibilities
Only the horoscope can confirm you
But that you worked so hard for.
Remember those beside you
And the hands you are shaking
That come with a true smile.
Your photo album is forming
And you are coming to the front in the pictures.
The talent of listening
Can be trained and domesticated
Giving us the possibility of enjoying
The efforts of others.
Listen to their stories
Or think about yourself and your daily struggle
Until you find yourself daydreaming
And time has passed.
On the surface of a storming ocean
Is the shakiest way of transport
Through the day.
Like a cat on a sailing boat
I always my eyes are high
To the faraway land
And my heart feels at home
Only when a fish lies in front of me.
Green Food as a panacea to the waves
And the wind
That poke me on the journey.
Straight and thin
My timeline takes me through days and encounters
Without looking back
Only giving and never taking.
I walk it sometimes confident,
Often dubious of keeping the right pace.
Always straight yet extending
between points of personal development
And thickening at times to give me time to adjust
To the new faces
that the heartfelt decisions of yesterday have brought
In this sterile office.
Once hidden below the melting snow,
The premature sun is back to shine.
Stretching my weekend leaves
I build my strength to bloom
Once the situation is favorable.
and the opening of the surrounding clouds,
strong with the support of those who see far,
Here I Stand alone in the middle of the field.
Growing up limits are set
On what I like to watch,
on what deserves time,
And on who a smile will merit.
Protected by my limits
New body movements
and personal mental stretches
Enlarging this tiny room.
My living room will renew
And from being Full of material toys
And poor of openings
Will glow of artworks
And futuristic visions.
Your patience as an armour
Bounces the unfair words
And fields your dim light inside.
I Grow my patience
With dreams and ambition
In places others cannot see.
Patience resists and empowers
Leaving the space to think
Crazy is being afraid
Movements are stopped
And breathing is apnea.
You own it, you run forward,
You write, you decide the coming minute.
Next you choose the music
Playing in the back of your actions
And That soundtrack will not leave you
until your mission is complete.
Any reason is good
To resign in front of a watery cold coffee
In a room with trembling chairs.
I resign when respect is not given
And you ask me to run
Behind a dead rabbit.
I resign in front of you
But for myself
And will do it again tomorrow,
Having the answer
Makes your shoulders rest
And your breathing come back
Like a goldfish back to water
After an acrobatic jump.
The apnea of the search
While diving through false illusions
and deceiving results
Yet addictive to the heart.
Unknown to me is
How to timidly proceed
When the others shout
And raise themselves to priority.
Impressive to me is
The presumption of the young boys
Who seek a creation of wisdom
Wasteful to me is
The wise silence of the experienced
Who watch and think
While the situation resolves itself.
Like a movie with no sound,
The stories unrolling in the lab
Are told by gestures and frantic moves
Pulling papers and plastics in the air.
The dreams of science
Are in squared frames
Hanging behind the door
But always lit in the heart of a scientist.
Fascinated by the sharp seasons
Alternating outside the lab window
I wonder how many seasons are needed
To ripen a scientific mind.
When questions turn into action
And words follow the ideas
It is ready.
Scientists to succeed
Avid writer of peculiar stories
With no suspension marks.
And fighting mistrust
They put the borders of knowledge
A bit more on focus
At each excitement.
Pushing the border a step each,
They are solitary fighters
In a worldwide effort.