Boneless I dream to be
Shapeless as the Aegean
Colorless we are
two drops touching each other
Endless your eyes in a sip of tsipouro
frozen in the hand of time.
How many summers do we have left Arapemou?
“mortals can’t contemplate life behind the glass”
and if a sailor faces death
the sea sets on fire for a second.
None have never taught me how to love, or to live.