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.
Noise and broken sentences
Crawl in my mind
Worrying why the job I used to enjoy
Is now a reason off dark dreams and tears.
Have I seen a part of it that disgusts me?
Is it just this broken environment I am in?
Is it inside me? Is it the situation?
I reject the whole package
And my life gets impossible,
and gets on.
Reason alone in a corner,
Curled up in thoughts of limitless costs
And added your innovation bloom
Like when you were
A just arrived first-year student.
Thoughts of Time and money
Chain your unique ideas
To a desk at the end of the classroom
Buy few steps
Will take you forward.
The prism of science
Gives a rainbow of molecules
and active proteins
That together build the unimaginable.
Impossible to fully understand or draw,
This panorama fascinates me
As every inch hides a temperamental player.
I move from one extreme to other
Picturing oxymoronic reality
To point the weak link
Of the theory.
Proceeding by extended
I make the interpretation idiot-proof
As a first stone for future steps.
I see you love me, science,
Through your perfect curves and colourful graphs
In which support is screamed
About my brave ideas.
I read you love me not
When the night falls
On me alone in the lab
Chasing in a round
The long awaited answer.
Outside the window, people are rushing
Like salmons against the stream
And stretching their pink heart for man-created stresses.
Nothing is visible inside the lab
Where mentally free educated adults
Move and snoop the behaviour of molecules nobody else would see.
Research as the hunt for the invisible,
the getting lost in nanometers,
And drown in a cuvette.
A new motto is born
Out of focus and relaxation.
“Fast and precise
Between coffee breaks”
To feed the science
And the creativity
enjoying academic freedom.
Tell me your secret
To enjoy the moment
When the plan diverts and the reality is illogical.
The shivering is sudden
And search for an explanation instantaneous.
A million doors are open at the moment
And you feel your chance has finally arrived.
Scientists to succeed
Avid writer of peculiar stories
With no suspension marks.
And fighting mistrust
They put the borders of knowledge
A bit more on focus
At each excitement.
Pushing the border a step each,
They are solitary fighters
In a worldwide effort.
A celebration day is on the way
I just realised this is the magic moment
The routine is interrupted
By a sharp flash of white light.
This will take the form of a time-freeze
With nor targets nor expectations
Only daydreaming and absurdities.
Waking up with a question mark
Killed the rest and dreams of the night
Tortured by the doubts
and excited by the possibility
Your hands find no stillness
And tap and tickle
Until a list of steps in made
And the final is an answer.
Your life is in lists and islands of knowledge
to jump to and through
For a quiet certain conclusion.
You cannot predict or imagine
The science that takes life
Outside the lab.
When the background changes
Innovation is born
And the colours of bravery and craziness
Become feasibility and will to risk.
Each risk is a step you take
And a chance to yourself
You cannot miss.
Publishing comes at the end
And like parting leaves a mark
On the skin and in the memory.
Details seem minor and of no effort
But you know the price you paid
And the taste it left.
Experiences are joined
And the discovery is presented
Like the tale of your life
In the lab.
The setting changes around you
And a new view open.
You Change your situation,
When you trust your feet
And their instinct.
You can climb those crazy ideas.
From the top of the mountain
All the air is clean and struggles take a new dimension.
The grey fog of doubts and worries orbiting around my head
Under a childish blow
And a cheerful laughter
You haven’t heard for a while.