Greek Islands
...or the thought of Folegandros
"...With my left hand I show my silver seconds - as they fall, as they return here where I am, breakfast in Cairo, or the thought of Folegandros - always passes the same hawk, cleans its wings after the timeless rain! I write and live here in this inexhaustible present "
( From the open notebook and other unpublished poems of the poet Nikos Vei )
Gazing upon scenes of Folegandros one feels how great and powerful an experience this can be! Its emerald green sea allures with clean waters, its rugged mountains, its stone enclosures made by the skilled hands of masons, and the sea views from its cliffs make it so fascinating, so capable to obsess unexpectedly each thought !
( From the open notebook and other unpublished poems of the poet Nikos Vei )
Gazing upon scenes of Folegandros one feels how great and powerful an experience this can be! Its emerald green sea allures with clean waters, its rugged mountains, its stone enclosures made by the skilled hands of masons, and the sea views from its cliffs make it so fascinating, so capable to obsess unexpectedly each thought !
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