Expand the horizon, expand
Images flow like water, like a river
Like horses that gallop alone
Because they haven't died yet
Because the wisps of beauty are dying
Traversed by the night of the world

I am moved by that abandoned splendor

That the memory does not flee, tattooed in the mirror
From any given afternoon in the Plaka neighborhood
The air vibrated saturated with harmony
Under the sweetness of an intact universe
And that the imprint does not flee
From this city of fury
Where poetry lights the air
In the old bars

Sometimes proclaiming the impossible
Sometimes the beauty of giving up