Like a flower swept along by the wind,

so our life has faded and drifted away.

In the Song of Silence, which turned the sirens to stone,

the world took on again its real dimensions,

those it has always had.’


From the poem ‘Ectoplasms’, by Yiannis Zisis

Cycle III: Toil of the Little One

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)