Minoa Akra

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)