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My white coat has stains
To mark its rebellion.
My pencils are cheers
And tell concentration.
My legs are tired
Of standing and observing.
My head is saturated
Of bright ideas and daring dreams.
The paper is blank
But your days were full.
One by one you built the ladder,
Walked it hesitantly,
And sat at the top.
The story is written in solid words
and wooden sticks.
Be brave and look down,
Look back and read your limits,
The story tells itself.
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I wrote a book
I wrote chapters and articles
In the era of screens and AI.
I don’t have a TV
That tells me what’s Acceptable.
I don’t dye my hair,
My genetics is expressing itself.
My bottles, my pens, my coat,
All have a sticker and am owner.
The date is for recording,
The name to mark the territory.
Like a sticky barbed wire fence
Guard my experimental work
And my guide my hand.
Colleagues to bother and coffee cups to hold,
salts to dissolve and liquids to stir,
see you standing and counting the minutes.
In moments of idle attention
ideas waiting in line come to the front
with a smiling face and the index up.
Nothing to do, plant seeds for tomorrow.
Results and images had no name,
Hanging loose in the air of the auditorium.
Years have passed and they have been spoken,
Discussed, and tortured by anybody
With a mouth and a degree.
Now they are on the screen, they have a link,
They have a father and a mother,
And multiple curious coming along like children.
The list of names is long,
The list start with me.
Look around and find another you,
Through the fog of strong opinions
and dressed-up egos.
This endless search points you back
To your chest with a thick finger.
Your unique nature is evident to everybody,
Your road has signs you stick in the ground
With your energy.
Even in this lazy today.
Women are good
To turn bitter lemons into nectar
When the wind blows strong.
When others run,
They are the glue,
Invisible, yet necessary.
They bind and grab,
They soothe and position,
They give purpose
In any brittle world.
Data are absorbing me,
The blue light of the screen is tuning my circadian rhythm,
Old samples accumulate
And I have forgotten my vision.
That question pulls me,
That chocolate gives me five minutes of heaven.
Look up, there is a cloud,
had you noticed?
They call it cosmetic
But it penetrates your life
And puts a spin on your mood,
as it lays on your skin.
Not anymore invisible,
Your attention is caught.
Warmed up but the self care,
You will always be your best friend.
The plastic bottle of water on my desk
got an inner life
and a green shade.
Friendly algae have taken possession
and shout ‘biology’ to me.
I type super fast and send text
through the empty space.
My data align and draw
the perfect conclusion
Ready to be read.
Music is bloody,
Rhythm is cellular,
The DNA as a pentagram,
Everybody knows what to do.
The lab is dark, the sun is rising far away
And the questions of yesterday
Open once again
Like pages of a thick book.
In the darkness, a square of blue light
My computer has been calculating and not sleeping
To give such a sweet breakfast.
Jolly and cheerful,
Vibrant and full of activity,
The tubes dance on the table.
One will be the winner, one will feel empty,
While the others wait for their turn
With butterflies in the stomach.
Sometimes the lab never leaves us,
Enzymes and proteins
Travel on our shoulders home
And put an expression on our decisions.
Horrified by the keto diet we want to try,
Please by our need for double sugar in the coffee,
Proud of our clean clothes,
Their little bouncy bodies show up everyday
Jumping up and down
In the menu of our life.
The lemons of today
Have been avoided
And I had fun in the slalom.
The sun is shining in the lab
And the search deep into the woods
Finds a spot of green grass
Where flowers can bloom.
It is an intense exercise to observe and accept
That not every day brings ground breaking results
That something smashing is not a daily dose,
That maybe today will give no pretty fitting graph.
With my playful mind
What I can influence
And give myself a laugh
A moment of pride
A vigorous handshake
A tight cuddle.
Each day a win.
Poetry plus Pizza
Painting peculiar perspectives.
You put me in danger,
Stupid solution of natural molecules.
My head is banging,
My breath worried,
My heart suspended.
My science failed me
And my optimism led me in a trap.
Healing air into my lungs,
thoughts of holidays into my head,
Reassurance into my heart
Drop by drop it condenses
The small lovely molecules
In a glass joyful as a balloon.
Patient Weeks have been necessary
For a single result,
For milligrams of value
I will not drop.
Tomorrow the lab will shine
With my numbers and ideas.
A new path will be explored
And that mischievous protein
Will be tamed for good.
The scientist is am explorer
and the modern Indiana Jones
Mu pocket is full
But nobody must know.
Everything small comes with me
And chocolate, candies and notes
Arrange in a new tribe.
The lab is food-free,
A condition incompatible with life.
The lab feeds your mind,
But who feeds your belly?
The Hunger of knowledge
Turns into Hunger of carbon.
My heart is boiling
of results that do not fit the expectations
and lines that do not want to walk straight.
My heart celebrates
that extra knowledge a simple mistake has revealed.
My heart dances
among the files on the floor
when nobody watches.
After being dissected,
looked at under the lens
And minutes in the behaviour,
Holidays have come.
You, little protein,
Can rest and sleep in the cozy freezer drawer,
My name on the label will protect you.
You, scientist of the day, have a book full of details
you will understand next week,
On the beach.
It only gets better
When you close the book and open the door.
Your searched and distributed,
You arranged and discussed,
You defended and confuted,
You need to step out the lab
After stepping up the whole day.
I wear my coat and keep distance
When all I want is looking inside and lean over.
Will I miss the moment of truth?
Biology goes slowly
When you watch,
Yet molecules swim and dive in front of me
Looking for a coral reef to catch.
Proteins are the best huggers
And hold on forever.
My protein had lost is fluo,
It doesn’t greet me with a spark
At the end of the dark fridge anymore.
We were friends
And she left me.
Her curls flat free on the water now,
Her awesomeness remains in my book.
It is still not clear
What makes the centrifuge tilt
And make me question my worth.
Is the centrifuge balanced? And me?
Can i fulfil simple tasks at my age?
Am i again not trusting myself at my age?
The loud noise shakes me up
And the sentences fall void.