Author: kamiel79

September 5. Faster than your shadow.
The world is big
Friends, tell me her story to-night
May be she is listening
Sing not about how small you are
Sing not about how frail you are
Friends, tell me her story to-night

This saturday I say goodbye to my Greek friend who takes me to what turns out to be the ...
September 4. Murky waters.
This is the land of the Great Alexander (356BC-323BC) and we feel like visiting some tombs. Not his of course, since his remains were lost after his death somewhere in India, but the tomb of his father Philip of Macedonia and it is a very impressive structure. A round hill contains several tombs of the ...
September 3. Thessalonikiiiiii.
Waking up on the Acropolis, walking around through downtown Athens, fetching a liter of milk, drinking on a bench surrounded by pigeons foraging. A bus takes me to where the highway is supposed to begin and from the moment I take that bus a real chain of friendliness is hunting me. The woman in the ...
September 2. Eraser.
A rich breakfast fills my stomach and after that the day only gets poorer. No need to write about it. At night I feel lighter, finding the spot on the rocks near the Acropolis where my feet had stood eight years ago, in a different era it seems to me, and that feeling of grasping ...
September 1. My Olive tree nights.
And thus september begins on a Greek island. No stories are created here, it is only to forget and to leave behind why I am here. Successfully. A new fresh injection of lonelyness from an almost clean syringe nothing to worry about and absorbed swiftly by my warm blood. Does not our goals appear so ...
August 29. Young woman and the sea.
A short retreat is what I need. I am working on a perfect spot. A Greek island, the quietest of the Sporades, and I hope to catch up with my writing. It's just a feeling of being "on schedule" and I won't bother you with it. If there is something interesting to say I'll say ...
August 28. The young sailor boy.
And the blue water around the island rippled and glistened and sighed with her low gulping voice. The hot afternoon sun draws sharp shadows of the telephone lines under the balcony. A future threw a shadow back upon this moment, a future envisioned and hold dear. But the moment is now and that future far ...