My precious PC – a companion pet or swallowing information!

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Give me more pluralism to absorb

Satisfy my ravenousness

Serve me plates delicious

Ready made knowledge, no questions to make

Feed me, upload me, keep me updating!

What is real and what is fake?

What conspiracy theory and what a mistake

How can I break the surface, dig deeper, an active reader to become?

Which sources to use?

Who influences them?

To whom are they subjected?

Who censorships them?

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Bits and bytes running through my veins

Another article blows my mind

My hard disk fails again

Restore me, fix me, back up me, keep me alive

Massive information attack

Chance to feed my brain

File me, save me, store me again

Giga and tera mess with my mind

On-line, off-line, share to me more knowledge to swallow at once!

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Am I wiser more conscious or naif at the end?

My companion pet keeps playing with my judge…

Concept / Role-play: Latrakia

Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas

From the romantic aspect!

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Strolling around in Athens

You choose to embellish the ugly spots of the city.

You invest your time, your energy and your creativity to me… The citizen, the unknown, the wanderer. This is the way I feel.

Beyond the glamorous galleries, the famous museums, the widely publicized  exhibitions and far away from patrons and sponsors, you insist to communicate your art through the streets. Your canvas are fragments of cityscapes.

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Blooming in the Athenian streets

You transform the meaningless, you find ingenious and imaginative ways to comment on the urban space.

You beautify my strolling around the center-city.

You make me smile or on the contrary to consider.

You make art there, where others see walls and ruins.

You turn the idea into action and that makes all the difference.

You give life and soul to the intangible.

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Somewhere lost in Athens

You interpret the social context and remind me to be human in a world that is being changed at light speed and does not allow us to realize and sense the deeper meanings of those changes.

Is it a fulfillment for you? Is it your trademark to the society?

Are you feeling alone in this mad world?

Is it your effort to hush your inner demons? Does it liberate you?

Is it your need to leave your unique way of thinking, to yell for your existence?

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Under your lights. Installation someplace in the city center

I witness your art trails. Your vision is a window for meditation.

I wonder which is your daily routine?

Who really are you unknown artist?

I am here to eavesdrop your silent scream imprinted in your art trails.

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Do you rock?

At the end of the day you leave your valuable artworks to the noise of the city, to the rain of the sky, to the harshness of the wind, to the negligence of the less observed eye, to the malevolent eye who will call it vandalism and crime, to the silence that falls like a veil every night in a city that never stops moving.

Those shoes… are not mine!

They force me to fit in their size…

But those shoes… are not mine!

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They want to make me believe that they are fine!

But I keep insisting, they are not mine!

If I wear them I will be on their side…

A world of promises will sunrise!

To their society’s club first and high!

An excellent android of their type, willing to applaud and cheer for fun!

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Those desires are not meant to be mine

Why they try to nail them in my mind?

They press me to wear them no matter what

And if I do so, I will be cosy and styled…

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They mouth to wear them so as to be alike

But I keep insisting, those shoes are not mine!

In a world upside down…

I will keep seeing things from my fucking side!

A box in the ground to hide from fears…

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Home…

A tiny place on the round planet

A shelter for dreams, warming our hopes!

A nest of our hurting ego from daily fights…

A box that we live our lives ’til we die…

Few square meters to feel safe and rest

This is where our vulnerable souls find peacefulness and breath

This is where our bodies shamelessly undress the roles playing outer space

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But, oh! my!

Should Ι remember the dark house of yours, which hosted monsters and raised storms?

Should Ι remember the black house of yours, which trapped your innocence and lead you to the loss?

Should Ι remember homeless people, refugee people, immigrant people, who lost their homes?

Like snails they wander in lands abroad

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A scream for the loss…

A tear for the pain…

Oh! my home, my sweet-sweet home! How much Ι miss you, Ι metic to world’s throng

Precious keys on a chain

My home keys

Your home keys

A box to open and hide from fears

A box in the ground

A nail in heart’s bleed

They will always remind me the home where Ι used to live…

Concept – Role play: Latrakia

Photo credits: Dimitris Tsiapas

Plastic is fantastic!

– You stand on the top of me!

– You whisper to me promising words of tenderness.

– You give me oaths of loyalty and I do not find the strength to deny you.

– You are an image of exquisite vision to my eyes. Your attractiveness is irresistible.

– You are truly seductive…

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– You are caressing my ears.

– You know all my weaknesses and needs better than I do and I can not oppose to you.

– You blandish my vanity. You pull me from my nose.

– Your glamorous lure decoys me.

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– You defeat me with your super powers!

– You keep marbling to my ears even though I am averting my head from you!

– You deceive me with your promises.

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– Am I having a love affair with a detergent?

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– Am I totally insane having a dialogue with a product?

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– Hell NO! I am out of here!

Materialism as an ideology. I own therefore I am. I consume therefore I am.
The mass media culture and their effects to our daily lives.

Brainwashing advertisements for more consumption of useless goodies. Chasing the ideal and a meretricious happiness. A continuous seeking of a trademark to define us. Desperate yearning for fulfilling expectations.

Plastic needs for plastic people.
No time for worries because plastic is fantastic!

Are you a reader my love?

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Are you a reader my love?

Books that we loved!

Books that we notice so as not to be forgotten!

Books that have never been read and wait patiently to be read…

Books that suffered in our hands and time left scratches in their pages and became older hand by hand with us.

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And that neglected book at the corner of our library that we never finished it…

That one that we didn’t like it… or just it wasn’t the right time to meet each other…

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Reading as a journey to unknown worlds and cultures.

Reading as pleasure with words greedily sinking in our mind.

Reading as an obligation to pass the exams, as a part of research or a project for the office.

Reading for dreaming, living lives and dilemmas of different characters than ours.

Reading for feeling the excitement, the desperation, the wisdom, the surprise of the undetectable.

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For all the books that Ι loved, for all the books that determined me as a human being, for all the books that made me what Ι am today, for all that books that made me cry, made me feel euphoria, motivate me to analyze, to be surprised and finally more wise than Ι was at the beginning of the reading journey…

For all that great minds who wrote them!

For all those reasons and many more…

I love books!

Are you a reader my love?

Because if you are, we have a path to walk together!