It is a beautiful island, as are all the Greek islands. But there are places where the beauty is inconceivable. They come and come again as lovers through the past to find her once more, for just a little, enchanted by the desire to taste that which they had not time to on a previous meeting with her. Here I am! she tells them. And suddenly emerges in front of them, happy as Venus, amidst their own dreams. They ask, dazed as if they find themselves in the middle of a fairy tale: How is it possible that she has lived so long with them, traveller on the same conscious journey, a part of themselves that they didn't know existed? And then with enthusiasm they talk endlessly about her all through the long winter, with friends, over dinner and in the little bars. New prospective lovers, researchers of the unknown, the elusive, the amazing, wish to gain her affections with their smoldering love.
In a little while the summer will be here.


You, my Lady
best known beloved
with whispers
carried on the ears of wheat

You, my Lady
the 'Love' unconquerable
inside the white of
Sarakiniko

You, my Lady
made of wind and sun
how you are like
the sky of Milos


text: Leonidas Foteinos