A cold March awaits me
With those young pointy flowers
that stars at me curious during my walks.
A whole brought season in front,
The do not look back to the cold winter
And happily channel their energy
To shine this year.
No promised result, no guaranteed next year, only one year more.
Next year
Powder sugar on the cake,
The last working day has arrived.
Fireworks in the lab
Are mysterious proteins and high yields.
They enlighten the way
And reveal the happy corners
in the winding sunny path that next year will be.
Jingle to the lab
Jingle jingle tho the lab
In these last days of the year
Full of activities chasing old questions.
Decisive experiments take place
But answers are still doubted
And only the next year
will uncover the truth.
