The sun rises slow
And weak
In the cold mornings of walking solo.
My desk awaits me,
My family demands a warm hand,
My time is split
With sorrow and pride.
Tag: science
Breaking
Your body whispers
A break is needed.
Reluctant and fearful
You move your body
while your mind conputes
and forecasts experimental results.
The coffee is warm
Yet fades quickly
In the run to a career.
Surface temptation
I pull myself away
When i am attracted to the surface
Of event interpretation.
The visible tells a simplified picture
My mind and heart want to believe.
Investigative analysis and questioning
Come from my science core
That deep inside
January drives me to the unheard truth.
Winter darkness
What tickles my mind
in this dark winter day?
Worries of career, fears of loneliness
This undetermined future of ours
Join forces and seed doubts.
I drop my anchor
In the small achievements in my wallet
And those tiny ideas shining in the dark.
Holiday practice
Jingle jingle in my head
That ‘ you should’ I push away
With mails and documents
That only drain.
Holidays are often theoretical
And the duties hang on my arm.
More practice is needed.
PhD ending
Few questions
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.
Science punch
Days and years in and out of the lab
Are now a story and a small contribution
To a vivid community
Of hunters.
Scientists share and compete
Building a petia and a better world.
Nest building
Mouth full of twigs
I cannot speak not smile
Whole flying to my near.
I build out each day,
And my uncomfortable today
Is a loved step ahead.
Horizon mark
A thin line defines the border
At the end of the hills
and before the blue.
Green and yellow
It marks a new season is arriving
And drives me to wonder
What is next.
Sun shower
Linear and powerful rays
That hit me and energize me,
Fall like rain today!
I will not reject you
With dark umbrellas over my head
My store your input
inside my shy skin.
Workaholic
I often deny the beauty
Of the world passing by
And neglect the true source
Of a life to remember.
Springing water can clean my avidity
With its transparent and youth
And I will make sure I will get surprised
Each time.
Plant pride
My stomach is proudly full
Of minerals and proteins
That a silent plant produced in the sun.
I hardly notice their machineries
Humbly turning in the green spots
Waiting for respect.
Flamingo dance
On a foot I cruise the lab,
Walking sideways in a diagonal,
I reach my high desk.
I stretch my neck to discover the documents,
Hiding silent in the back,
While the others follow me
with their eyes filled of water.
Algorithm in blue
I will fall asleep like a cat today
At The repetitive sound
Your hand produces on the keyboard.
You are absorbed and isolated
Into the virtual world
Of the blue light
Of data and algorithms
And my efforts are childish
When passion is addiction.
Lysozyme love
Few days are left
To tell the story of the little protein
That from an egg ended up in the pharmacy
And into my throat.
Small miracle of evolution, I admire you
And love you
For your stubbornness and generosity.
Science grounded
Lean in and Throw your hand
into the thin crispy air
Even if you don’t have anything.
Your offer is will
And it will be grabbed
with violence and hearty gratitude
When the hypothesis seems like a stranger
And the results hold your feet to the ground.
Intensity boundary
Intensity is of nature
Like the deep blue of that alpine lake
And the depth of the valley
I live in.
Science sweats and turns
To give new limits to the boundaries
Of what we see and what we touch.
Science rockstar
Like a rockstar on the stage,
I sweep through my slides
In the beamer’s strobo light
And sing of proteins and behaviours
While the others shout and stare.
My music is rhythmic
And my beat regular
To take on a unique journey.
Sunny inside
You surprised me today
And you spontaneously made me
Feel sunny on the inside.
The clouds vanish slowly
Like whitish fog on the calm sea
While words are written and numbers calculated
In this personal concrete office.
Crossing doors
I always make sure
That a bridge is in sight
Or a door in proximity.
Few objects can guarantee you
An opportunity today
And the second road
looks always sunnier.
