Focusing
Again, and always the selection and the contest
are hard. We stood on the stone terrace for a while
listening to the vertical silence of the trees occasionally
interrupted by the minimal exclamation of a finch.
The faraway mountains are lighter blue than the
unreachable. What can you look at? He asked, what can
you avoid, what can you remember? We hid the holed
undershirt with the small monogram between two pillows.
The hole was passed onto the body and the wall, while
the three blind men held their violins underarm, raising
their heads slowly to look straight at you.
Manolis Aligizakis 