Poetic Movements

I touch you when I dance I reach the idea of you so clear in its transparency so mine. I dance with you holding with delicacy your fragile line. The moments our dance lasts I don’t need words nor my poems I don’t have to explain nor plan there are no two bodies together nor apart there’s no time gone nor time has yet come. I touch you when I dance and that’s all it takes to raise mountains and oceans drain. November 2026, Athens. Photograph: Warsaw, September 2026.