The Nightingale of Eventide

Night came late

and the prince of the starry silence sang,

the nightingale concealed in the colour of the night,

as if it wished to say

that it is the song that counts,

and not the clay of life. …’

Extract from the poem ‘The Nightingale of Eventide’ by Yiannis Zisis

 Cycle I: ‘The Spirit of God hovered on the face of the waters‘

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)