The struggle is to simplify
Spotting what makes a true difference
From what makes naturally chaos.
Zooming out of the daily vibrations,
The value of affection and loyalty
Comes through the days of silence
Empowered and solid.
Untouchable and at limit of believing
I force my breath down
In this difficult theatrical living.
It swirls, it warms, it takes,
Attention and proportion.
Politicians discuss for living,
Magicians disappear for amusement,
Bakers burn for flavour,
And scientists struggle for progress.
It turns and comes back
Today, tomorrow, whenever I watch
This situation of stall
That keeps me wandering and idle.
Time is circular
When problems are involved
And very linear when moving forward is difficult.
Get this physics.
I am dealing with your absence
Like a crow with a stick,
Moving it with difficulty
Trying to play it at my advantage.
I change view
And grab this time to myself
And grow my writing and my lettuce
To be a better person
For a joint better life.
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.
You threw your ball
To the distracted crowd
And wait now for it
To be in the air
It flies back to you
Sometimes covering the reassuring sun
Covered in possibilities and maybes.
The skyscraper is empty
When the dark falls inside and outside.
Alone at the desk,
Thoughts chase each other
And your will to open that window
Escaping or expanding
Towards the new
Is so refreshing.
The moon is certainly outside my window
I know it from school and from experience.
The moon so white and distant
Sheds an objective value
on what demands my attention today
But does not deserve it.
I feel big in my box of thoughts
And small in an universe
That is expanding.
Closing my eyes I find my dimension
And only my pink small hands can measure my zone of action.
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.
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.
Trust me when I say
Tomorrow holds no final result.
The move you made today
will take you forward
Maybe a step maybe a mile
But the final is out of sight.
Today and tomorrow will merge
And your silent efforts will translate
In a stroke of brush
On a painting that will never reach
The final version.
You watch it from too close now,
You cannot create it alone,
But you will see it the day you dare to drift back.
Tired days go by
While the perspective changes
And shows desirable scenarios for the future.
The questions of yesterday
Have found their answer
But left new doors open.
A single experiment
Cannot solve everything
As it can hardly feed my greedy monster
For a day.
The sun sets on my labbook
When streams of numbers and
Tangles of lines
Drew a new panorama
Made of lights and surprise
for my lifelong hypothesis.
On the edge of micrograms
I observe this world
And wonder what matters,
What makes a difference.