The
eyes see ideas
instead
of fine weather.
The
fingers type words
instead
of touching flowers.
The
mind bears deadlines
instead
of tracing the circles of the sun.
The
journey is narrated
instead
of orchestrated.
Utopia
is
to
read the newspaper
peacefully
under
the evening sun.
11-14
April 2018,
Samothraki.
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