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.

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