Tiny and tidy in white and gold
You will secure my thoughts and plans
For a future of jumps and bubbles.
Not a diary,
Not a child anymore,
Not an agenda,
I will dictate the time,
Words and numbers will be equals,
Time will be subjective.
Just look
Little vesicles bud silently
And deliver the message
Only a few had noticed.
Bubbles of dense content
Are continuously send
With behaviour and gestures.
No words are released.
Career stress
Career as a gloomy destiny
And a sweaty work to do.
The stress of articles
Highlighting its importance
Demotivate me
And put water on the burning glamour
of living in the lab.
What is fun and pleasure
Has to be a smart move.
I refuse.
BrushStrokes
Details are in the corners
And in the last strokes of the brush
To complete the aquarello
When nobody is watching.
Sitting at the desk
The many experiments transform
Fusing in a single story
Whose last slow details
Make me feel unique.
Decision addiction
I always reconsider decisions a million and one times
Looking for the best, the fastest, the most elegant way
That takes me from routine to design
And that give me room to offer my science
With no regret.
