Harry had come for the holidays. As soon as the schools closed, his parents had done him a favor and brought him to his grandfather that very day. In the village he could enjoy playing, the countryside and the sea without restrictions and always with joy...

With words of fortune tellers on the lips to fight, your shadow the light of oblivion, calls me with an empty shell circle the shape of the cup inside. How are endurances tested tonight, the soul has opened up again, other journeys, I don't have you, but neither remorse nor guilt, I'm bored with living the same and the same. Elsewhere the...

Her life was never one-pointed, one-reading, every now and then she let herself pass through the abyss, to dive into the depths with composure and remain calm, to light the candle of the soul from the candlestick of the other world and let the hand of the archangel guide her...

My old friend With voices, the years do not turn back You never asked, why the rain brings me To another sky I will not return destinies In your arms I will return tonight, without guilt And my heart's brakes are broken. My old friend You cannot bring back the...

With words of fortune tellers on my lips, fighting, your shadow, the light of oblivion, calls me with an empty shell in a circle, your form again within. How tonight the endurance is tested, the soul has opened up again, other journeys, I don't have you, but neither remorse nor guilt, I'm tired of living the same and the...

I will get lost in my little hiding place, looking at what he does not see, narrow vision, afraid, I will hide, so wonderfully foreign and unformed in the phantasmagoria of the celebration. And your kiss, indifferent too, like the cold kisses on the icons of the saints. I did not know the winter...

Winter's cold, the borders are a breath away, silence, a heavy heart, the tall chimneys smoke in the small town, in the upper square thousands of lanterns, the strays have taken over the Vlachomahala, far from the strangeness of the world at Mikroulis' inn two...

 Part 2 I remember the first time I cried when I handed her the spelling test and she signed it and next to it a ten with a tone. "Why are you crying, my child? What happened to you? You haven't made a mistake. Not one, in fact, and what beautiful letters! What a grade you have...

The continuation of the article The years have flowed, they flow, sometimes like tears on the face or rain on the windowpane. I grew up and still the centuries are there at the root of Mount Dikti, growing with chamomiles, blooming with apple trees and with handkerchiefs and...

   The continuation of the article With her, at the very beginning of the school year, we had made a small window out of hard cardboard. We had painted all around it. In mine, we had made a swallow's nest above its windowsill. In the place where...

"The moons are crying," a child whispered, do you hear? They whisper loves and silences, from the cracks of time and are so afraid of guilty forgiveness... And in the south and in the north, complaints shine the same. You will remember me sometimes... Recklessly and unrepentantly,...

   And my humility is laced with pride, without knowing if it's for my grandmother and what she teaches me, or maybe because the teacher pays attention to me. The mind throws sparks and then the sparks become words and the words come to the lips, memories...

   Times that passed counting silver moons and stars that were forgotten on the balconies of dreams along with the jasmines. A shell of memory full of those summer spoils that we collected on deserted shores and thought we were the only ones who had stood so...

    Nature is quiet. You realize that the entire Plateau has always been an object of admiration, not only thanks to its special aesthetic value and unique beauty, but also because of the many caves that are scattered throughout the nature of the Lassithi land. ...

There is little dry soil, and that is fermented with sea scents and tears. You will encounter only stones, collapsed castle walls and overgrown graves, still open reminders of a life that once passed, shipwrecks of time, scattered spoils of the ages. ...

He used to stay alone, sheltered from lies and deception, he limited desires, needs, colossal plans, an untamed river, he knew the value of the emotion of sunrise on a wild, treacherous peak, a raging wave in the open, in the moonlight, he won, in...

Grandpa, my heart is overflowing with your innocence, my eyes are clouded, before me I still see you in the pride, proud, in the abundant abundance you brought forth "on the white stone cold water, on the black jasmine and on the peak golden apple with a bone pen". As long as I am tired of life...

What if she raised her head high and searched the sky? So many stars lit up, so much silver in the moon and she had never let a little light drip into her soul, ever. She weaved dark shadows in her mind and there they were lost. Always suspicious, with everyone and everything. She searched with a...

The dream faded, so they were frightened, foreign voices, of those that weave darkness. In a secret balcony, hopelessly, with pure, pale supplication for a full moon. The place wants to have me, the place that did not offer me all-golden fruits, but, received me with honor and...

Prudent and housewives, love does not embarrass, let the oath stand on the summit in a root groove and the Dragon Rider with the golden quiver, from the clouds let the olive tree emerge at the right time, to drink the aspen water, to light the moon. Let her bells, her furs...

I will wear the crimson shirt one night and a small seashell around my neck, I will tie my old star scarf before the kiss on your lips, shows me the cliff. A tearful prayer, for the lights to go out, the words are heard syllabically at the beginning, the...

And now that Sundays have become boring, guilt is aging me and you are leaving, stolen caresses, provincial cities, how you dirty the kiss, how you avoid it. Vulgar loves, old hotels, you spit two words and you hang me on the wall, a lottery ticket, all your fortune once...

Once a blossoming body, soft, rosy flesh, now, a wet mist runs through the face, the spasm in the vein of the neck is very ironic, to call, with a scarlet rose, a crucified god or love in a landscape now arid. Now, in the daze of the dream, mocking the...

And here the eyes look inward, mournful Epirotic beauty, undivided deer, the thought, a clarinet cries far away, the fir trees embrace, the first kiss on the forehead, let the dust remain. Do not swear by the day, the ski slopes on my right, the vast, invisible sky...

How long did I stay in the same position until I decided, I didn't count, I was looking far away, seagulls and ships, the southern sea horizon where the tamarisks have been oriented for centuries, there, on the edge of the cliff of the soul, a black, rough, wild stone, with the salt...

Prudent and housewives, love does not embarrass, let the oath stand on the summit in a root groove and the Dragon Rider with the golden quiver, from the clouds let the olive tree emerge at the right time, to drink the aspen water, to light the moon. Let her bells, her furs...

Through another door, I entered the wonders, led astray, by what they had told me, words, falsely spoken, this dome of heaven, in Dikti, rules over a Demon and in the crack of time he weaves ways and creations of the mind. The years of exile, spells, in blooming asphalt...

Tonight I kept aside the sky-blue algae from the ocean of fate, tonight the thought of you flooded my mind, sparks melted in my eyes, the saltiness. Sip by sip, I share with you the brusch wine that is brought from the homeland of the South, in your passions, you treat me to a cup...

How long did I stay in the same position until I decided, I didn't count, I was looking far away, seagulls and ships, the southern sea horizon where the tamarisks have been oriented for centuries, there, on the edge of the cliff of the soul, a black, rough, wild stone, with the salt...

In the same cantouni, she always made a mistake, "two hellish people in heaven by mistake", the whisper had remained on the disembodied wall with the engraved decoration, there every time the same wrong turn, the same Helen in ignorance of boundaries even with the fluid form of ghosts...