Μια αιωνιότητα και μια μέρα [Eternity and a day] (1998)
Abyss. Fragrant. Dew. Stream. Nightinggales. Sky. Wave. Lake. Unknown. Scent. Moonstruck.
– I left all as a draft.
A painstaking – sometimes painful – reflection on memories and the present, ideal and reality, words and life, work and love.
– What can a poet do?
Unfinished affairs, people not answering, age.
– I see you smiling, but you are sad.
Unexpected friendship on the brink of everything.
– Why did I live my life in exile?
Silence, sorrow, sea. In my slow book of almost resignated humanism.