A practical dream / endless
The waves stand still
Liquid, shiny, plastic-like
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
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.