What else could a text about Nikos Kavvadias be other than a memorial to the faint light that tirelessly burns in the depths of decline? What else could it write about this nostalgic utopia that, like every sailor, sought and found impossible spaces and ways, inaccessible to pure people, dared to walk, did not hesitate to touch and taste the body of sin, and emerged victorious and defeated together?
The sailors speak of me...
Narrator and traveler together. The charm and courage to be oneself in everything one narrates, to be close - even close - and to listen to the souls that hurt and surrender to the poverty of the sea. [...]