Friday, September 22, 2006

Fake Venus

She is made out of white cement and not of Parian marble. But every morning she reminds me of beauty.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Airports for Children

The Zurich airport is a drab, glum and grey affair.

BUT in every single terminal (about one hundred) there is a small playground for children.

Cats, giraffes and camels, matching games on the wall, carousels and seesaw...

Sunday, September 17, 2006


Fare forward travellers! not escaping from the past

Into different lives, or into any future;

You are not the same people who left that station

Or who will arrive at any terminus...

T. S. Eliot

(The Dry Salvages, from the "Four Quartets").

Friday, September 08, 2006

The lost angel

I wish there were angels... I wish I could have a guardian angel, as my mother used to tell me, every night before I fell asleep.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

A forgotten poet

How heavy oblivion? Alone in the park, a weighty statue ponders the wonders of fame and forgetfulness...

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Ball game

Waiting for the color of the medal!
Well - it was not gold but silver...


He likes to solve puzzles.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Cat bag

Satanaki in the bag

This is my first attempt to post through my mobile.
Η πρώτη μου αποπειρα να ανεβάσω εικόνα και κείμενο μέσω κινητού!