Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
All my ink drawings,
For now kept in a box,
Paper and pen, alone
My thoughts are not written
Thinking of death, my hands are shaking
The night is spent in tears.
In the hard trap of the sand
On the island of Nijhum
Dreams cry.
Inside my heart, the stormy wind,
All my desires are gone
On the dark path, I walk every day,
I am looking for light.
