I like to sit on my rock in the middle of nowhere, where I have this beautiful view to the sea. I like to sit there at any time of the day, any season of the year: I like to watch the sunrise, the soft colours of an early morning. I like to watch the waves, their little foam crowns in the blistering heat of a summer day.

30/07/2017 - 13:31Inadvertently she giggled

As she was shelling the eggs she was preparing for them, she giggled. Barefoot, standing on the stone floor, in front of the wooden kitchen table. The chickens were moving in and out undisturbed, looking for crumbs.

13/07/2017 - 09:57Captain Gross and the banks

It was a summer morning at my front yard. A neighbor, a childhood friend of my farther, walks up with his head held low.

04/07/2017 - 11:18Words of Summer

Words. Words have fluidity. They have energy and life. Words can heal! That’s what words do. They come to those in need, they lie down lustfully and gracefully beside them, they dance and they resurrect absences. Every word is a resurrection! Look!

27/06/2017 - 10:03NASA calls Ikaria, Over

The NASA international space station passed over Athens on Monday January 30th, 2017, between 18:40 and 18:46 hrs. Astronaut Ignacio Maniani was punctual to his rendezvous. The station crosses the clear Attica sky, SW TO NE, and brushes past Venus. I watched it in wonder until it got lost behind some bushes along the side of Penteli mountain.

19/06/2017 - 11:11India - Ikaria

"In India you are not allowed to smoke in front of people that are older than you", he said to me with a pretty serious look in his face. “You must be joking”, I replied skeptically. He signaled negatively. “But why?” I asked after a while.

13/06/2017 - 21:56Undra is here

“Unra” – and, also, corrupted “Undra”: The assistance, help, support, rescue, aid that comes in a difficult time, the Deus ex Machina, but also the person that provides help, usually the most essential and necessary for survival.

07/06/2017 - 00:37Ikaria-like People

"No man is an island” the poet said once. Which means, no one can be whole by himself, detached, independent, self-sufficient. But, not all islands are the same, or, to be more accurate, not all islands mean the same to everyone. As do people, for that matter.

Voyaging to Ikaria, “Ikaro” or “Makri”, as was known to the ancient Greeks, or “Nikaria” of the travelers, we watch the island, for afar, emerging through its own sea, the Ikarian. The first images revealed to the traveler is the massif of Atheras crossing the island, from the west cape “Papas” to the east cape “Drakano”.

14/05/2017 - 15:26Allaxá #ikaria

Oh, those old times of the past, that fill us with feelings – mostly inherited in our DNA from our ancestors, since not all of us got to live them- inspiration and emotion.


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