© 2019 by Dora Tarasidou

A practical dream / endless


The waves stand still

Liquid, shiny, plastic-like

Artificial life


My burning desire to feel, leads to excessive performances.

You were born to make each dawn different

I was born to keep each dusk unchanged


Life seems to end and begin at the water

Chalky, sharp, uneven

Amorphously almost


My dream is to make it, without your help,

but that’s a practical dream.

I want you to see me, so I squint my eyes.

At last, eternal symmetry.