Acropolis

and sea view from Lycabetus hill, between the leaves and branches of an Immortal (aloe) tree..
As i was walking down towards Kolonaki area i was whispering a song Nena Venatsanou sings... Little sprite... On one of our last journeys together, my Mom had loved this song...
Also i remembered that in the spring of 1984 my parents had got me on Lycabetus hill for the first time.. I still remember that day...

the words i most whispered....open gates and churches for my candle to be lit...so that secretely the little sprite makes a miracle for me...that i sleep when awake...and run lying down..and i'm supposed to be heartless but i 'm in love...