Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
This day is windy
clouds float between the Earth and the sky
above the sea, seagulls dance
a dance unseen so far
the sea, disturbed, foams
either from joy or pain
who knows
within me
the life of a wanderer awakens
in my thoughts, I glimpse a new dawn
a call of silence echoes
a seagull eats from my hand
crumbs of old bread
memories swarm inside me
about some funny story
which was told by my great-grandfathers
everything is the same as in their time
greed is passed down from generation to generation
under the motto
over corpses to reach the goal
if needed
it is always needed
by someone
