The speech carried not part of (my) Greece, here's my maze of words
KIMOLOS I
The mill has lost its blades
The Meltemi blows out of work
If I could lose myself
The myth that surrounds the will
gestures I would not want to stress.
KIMOLOS II
Rest time
driven into the sea
Bubbles ancient lights
pieces of dry rock
air waves
Mari kinky
Glide
They push from the bottom surface
And
Placida violent stop,
She rolls around on a donkey only
One circled in white ass
He
master he serves
Inothing.
DIAL A KIMOLOS
Mule
But where do you go?
said dumb mule.
not answer
pain deeper than he wore in
belly.
Ekklesia
was a church
Stone Stone
Too many heads babbling barbarian
flash
decided to close his eyes.
Sunflower The sunflower
He gets up in the morning
criticizes the evening
Who wants to be more
Alto him
Cafe
Eyes long
Wrinkleskind
hands near
The mother of all sailors
agora
Bus
The driver speaks
Her words, I ask my
, but not everyone is wondering
I open my eyes: I did not live a long
The esoteric.
META 'TA' NATURAL '
Archè
If I look at you straight in the eye
I can not see Tell me, can not hear you
Cercami In the dream, you forget
I tremble in your presence,
If you did not name
I have.
everywhere in the Aegean
This is the lair
classic, I've discovered
You who always six
Without presence,
exists here
Eat Sleep
Ami,
Here
rest in peace,
Amen.
