and the stomach in the rollercoaster
Will summarise years in the lab
And ideas coming unattended
In the night, on a hike, talking.
A chapter closes and
Yet many answers are just blank spaces.
The value for a society
Are condensed in words
For an elite.
The echo of clashing experiments
Fills the lab on this windy day.
The dream result
has left everybody standing speechless
And everybody with a broken heart
after days of efforts.
Impulses take over and the youngs predict a ruin
While the seniors know
Another hunt had just started.
A mute film goes on in my mind
Where the next experiment is enacted
And proteins jump and roll
Under the perfect light
On the thinnest of the cellulose fibres.
The behaviour is unpredictable,
A moody twist of the binding
Produces a loss and a dramatic inactivity.
The tiny acrobat has fallen
But not without living an imaginary event
Of high potential for science
And of fascinating cartoonish drama for me.
Think about tomorrow
Push your imagination forward
Towards what is possible,
You read it somewhere,
And turn your desired into an image.
Stand up and find your brush
Your paint and your invisible mantle
And start to make it happen.
One inch every day.
A stream of endorfins
Sweeps me away
When I glance the results.
Enough to make the day
Although at the first step
Of the longest stairs.
Career and life.
Words in a stream
Full the room and the heart of the scientist
When the unknown is the destination
And our hands the means.
Curious like kittens
And smart like bees
Scientists get ignited
And the hunt starts.