All about: Alonissos

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 ...
August 27. Calmness.
We inspire each other. At five am we get up and take a taxi first, then a bus, then a highspeed ferry that takes us to an island by surprise. What a power is in the water spouting in the wake of the vessel, the visible effect of the mighty blades' whirl. I observe this ...