Day fourth and I am already breaking the rules! - Greek Isles
I can't possibly describe the beauty of the Greek Islands in one simple image, so in this case I am choosing three, plus a little of my poetry.
"A magical place.
The wind cools my skin
under the merciless sun;
the echoes of blue
broken by the whites
on the steep cliffs
climbing from the sea.
A circle of perfection
in a forgotten place
Surrounded,
incarcerated by her;
a maze of colors,
a labyrinth of compositions,
a world on the edge,
a blue so blue,
that takes everything.
An air so pure,
a sun so crisp
that burns in my soul,
that engraves in my memory
a moment never to be forgotten
I can feel that weight again.
Pulling down my chest.
Making me alive.
One more time
I make sense of my life
only in solitude,
away from the confused world,
confused souls that do not understand
that paradises like this
do not belong to us.
And like music,
it seems that the white treasures
that complete this landscape,
should have been always there,
should have been part of her.
A touch of color.
A touch of life
in a desert island.
A present from her to us.
An explosion of generosity
Like a fine line of clouds in the blue sky
the white treasures paint
the peaks of the cliffs.
Like snowy ridges
in the desert of the sea,
in a sea so old,
a sea that witnessed time.
Stories of us,
stories of the past.
Stories without sense
of successes and disasters,
of pride and embarrassment
of geniuses and devils.
And all this uncontrollable beauty
make me think of her.
Her smile,
her love.
All the moments we spent together.
Here is that heavy feeling again
in the deepest spaces of my heart.
All the miracles I have shared with her.
Only the deepest blue of the sky,
the unending ripples of the sea,
the falling sun over the horizon,
the cooling wind in my face
can compare to her love.
The music, the colors of paradise,
paradise we all look for
and that I have finally found
on sharing these treasures with her."
Santorini, June 2005