Writing directions

A small post-it can hardly contain
The emotions you transmit
With your disappointed eyes
And needy body.
I will write you a sentence
And it will give only a direction
for the future, as the present is nothing
to remember.

Todo list

Plan, play smart, identify the tricker
While smoothly you pretty walk to work.
Lists of duties and to-dos
Assemble and diverge dynamically
Through the day
In a mind striving for childish amusement
and solar passions.

Academic career

I spend the time envisioning the future,
A decision is needed, they say.
The boundaries of decisions
And the rigidity of their mind
Scare me
And poke avidly my concernment
For the future
In a present that changes so fast.

Friend conspirators

Shying away from the heat of the day,
we all slowly gather in the corner
Like old friends
We tell the personal lesson
that we learnt today.
Like Brownish snails
with a load of wisdom,
We hide and secretly plan,
Dreaming and building
A new life to come.

Revenge will

Routine and curiosity killed the cat.
After shouting questions falling in thin air
And donating uniqueness to a future not his,
The wise woman sits still and observes the decline.
A million scenarios run through his head
Some fascinating, some of no effort
And tickle his will of revenge

Today maybe

Knees at the chest,
Facing the first sun
While the hunting thoughts of the night
Vanish.
Another today starts
And with open arms
I welcome its schedules
But long for its situations of apparent impossibility
Where my mind is lit and
Rushed to a personal solution.

Last year

Another year left to the wind
To reach the land
After the mountains.
Time is a bike
That takes you and drops you off
When you feel safe and in charge.

Outreach research

How to, is never a question
When the idea sweeps you away.
Sunny or rainy, cold or hot,
The world
Subsides
And you see only the future
In front of you.
The imagination flies free
And experiments are quick
Telling stories that fascinate the society
And provide talks over the coffee.

Crash in the lab

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.

Low fences

The rigid walls of a predefined career
Are easy to aspire to
And reassuring when thinking about the future.
Walls that delimit a job,
That Somebody else has designed
Are very high and the missing view
Is sadly breathtaking.

Random manners

Nonsense discussions behind random numbers
Fill the time of scientists with no ideas.
Good hypotheses and good manners
Show in results with a clear personality
And a well written message.

Look ahead

Head up, looking straight
I don’t feel the ground anymore
And I am projected in the future.
Motor on, glasses clear,
The gear is ready
But the destination far,
Unknown and magnetic
Pulling everyday one inch more.

Project plan

You step in the room
To join a discussion that lost its value
With passion.
The project was planned long ago
By someone not around anymore
So no space for variation is allowed,
You wander what’s the purpose
And why to bother.
Is this research?

Canvas of squibbles

A chaotic world of talking people
Around you
A blank squared canvas of running squibbles
Inside your heart.
A line, a number, a scheme
Appear and leave on the paper
Waiting for polishing and consideration.
What survives the forgetful passing of time
Becomes your action plan
And your next exploration in the lab.

Trust your hands and step forward

Years of hypotheses and confrontation
Gave you that idea
Of marvelous potential
And unmeasurable impact
For the people and the society.
You cuddle it in your mind
You question it and lay it to rest
Each day until the right moment.
If it makes sense
If it is feasible
Depends only on you
And your hands and vision.
You prove it
You make it reasonable and accepted
Against the critics and odds of statistics.
Trust your hands and step forward.

Super

Superpowers hide
In the folds of small papers
And in the bars of your graph.
Superscientist runs and calculates
With hands and mind
Digging for gold in a pile of errors.
Superboss imagines and visualize
The scene behind the corner
Before tomorrow comes.
SuperStudent looks deep and polishes
The corners that unattended bring shadows to the investigation.
Caring today and imaging tomorrow
Make the story.

Order of the lab

In order yet creative
The lab is the room
of chaos that turns into logic.
It might not be apparent
Or color-matching
Or alphabetical
But its order lies in knowledge
And develops along the evolving ideas
In the mind of the scientist.

Protein hunt

What looks abundant
Is sometimes useless
In a way you cannot perceive.
Proteins are there
But they do not behave
According to your plans
Like stubborn donkeys.
You make them, you treat them,
You feed them
Yet they rebel.
Small molecules can tame them
But the discovery is not immediate.

Monster

My monster wants to look forward
It craves for novelty and answers,
For stories well told.
I feed it articles and newspapers,
The opulence of the Internet makes him choke.
It rests when my questions are set
And written down for walking to tomorrow.

Lists

Lists lead the way
When tasks add up and the schedule is busy.
Meetings translate in lists
And agendas become tasks.
Ideas in a row
and hands catch the rhythm
Going through the list
That details the open questions of the day,
Each day.