Here are the visions
here are the apparitions
choose your path
the lines fade
the images fade, the signs disappear
I am the man of the Aegean, of the Pelasgians
of the Pontians, of the Cretans
I am the red fisherman of Thera
I am the Kouros of Athens
naked, dusty
in front of the dirty clothes of the visitors
I am the burned Prometheus, charred candle.
I am with the people who struggle with the dry things of peace, with the burnt crumbs of love we have reached the end of our era…
