I. ISLAND

Medusa\'s impression
traced on my hand.
Octopus embrace
signed at my waist.
Your children\'s shape
between my legs afloat
in sea diffused
where the sun cannot reach.
To my nails are
seashells welded.

II. GOULAS

The birds\' wings
waves
that beat on our ears
on the rock

III. FIELD WORK

Myths
grow from the earth
bedrizzled
with the wildflowers
sea smell of the air.
Ghosts appear at noon
light turning into
dense lowering cloud
weight on the earth insupportable.
Along with fragrances,
the stones beginning to sprout
pour out of the houses
their potent and restless shadows
that move the stillness slowly.

The birds
come back in the evening.

[...]

XIV. ODEGETRIA

Candle\'s light in waves
tinctures
like whispers
your cheeks

(excerpt from: PERIPLUS)