Consistency and authenticity
Border the road
Where I roam apparently free.
Direction is forward
On the long term,
But today i will go sideway
And free myself
From the restrain of the map
Of a well accepted career.
Silver and pink will make my office
The sensitivity and hardness of metals
Will match the comfort of my feminine side
And lead the science and the people.
The domestic poetry of proteins
Will join the practically and instability of research.
I define my meaning
Picturing those pointy questions
And surrounding myself
With carrots and clear waters
Where baby ideas are born.
The passion of birth
Is a bright light I feed
Like a little girl moves her little hand
To the pigeons.