Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
You come among the shadows of dusk mist bringing a strand of hope.
The night that is coming, and the violet that slowly disappears replacing the nuances of color on the horizon of the heart.
I am like a mist that covers the mountain. That sometimes appears when the sky is in misery. Sad to be left by the source of light.
I always want to ask the source of light. Does he still remember the eclipse he caused that I thought would not last long.
Or maybe he forgot to return the rays of his light that illuminate the earth. The proof is that the universe always looks gloomy.
You left me on the threshold of endless silence. Even though before I had run away, infiltrating rooms that had no doors. But all can never be forgotten.
My memories of him always enter through the gaps of wounds. Presenting a face that should have faded in memory. As if he didn’t need permission to come. No matter whether I reject or accept. He is still there to touch me in memory.
I can only reflect because in the end I realized, nothing can really go away and nothing can really forget.
Life will go on with or without him.
