Translated from the Greek by Athina Kehagia

When the face looks into the mirror and the sky touches upon the earth on all fours, the opening is spectacular, and this provocation requires the presence of the tower under the sun, in order to become obvious how tough the light has to be when it has to cross the darkness, so as to melt each candle and become a sea. By the side of the oak tree which fills the coat of arms without holding back, because it has been what’s proper for centuries on, in order for the miracle of the opening to occur, which wants the strange handle of the sacred sword, in order to at last feel the fountain of essence and light everywhere, since it’s aware of the profundity and multicyclicity of the source. Therefore, even the finest and briefest string could be transformed into waves of an illuminated sea, even after the overflowing of the drops, which bring the stars to the mouth in order for the next day to live.