Exclusion
Calm sea with imperceptible schisms; intentional light
that colours the low clouds. So you won’t remember,
you won’t forget. The present, he says; which present?
Deaf messengers came during the night, they sat on
the stone stairs, took out their kerchiefs, lay them on their
knees, then they folded them again. They left. One of them
had a deep scar from his temple to his chin. He stood, pointed
towards the sea and tied the rope on his waist. Then
we put the oil lamps on the ground and noticed our shadow,
hairy, boneless, gigantic, as it climbed up the white wall.
Manolis Aligizakis 