painting anh Mykonos
you enter middle age, there is one world ahead you and
another one behind you, and in both of them there are
laughter and tears, the real, the conscious, the unconscious
and the boundary where dreams begin.
I remember the games of my childhood on the paved floors,
on the stone benches, o the staircases, on the stone
walls, on the sand, under the sun and the stars of Mykonos,
where I always said...