Ποίηση στα αγγλικάMany of my relatives were sailors: one of my grandfathers, three uncles and a cousin of mine. Also various other more distant relatives and several family friends. As a child and when I was older too I used to listen to their stories, served up like desserts after dinner. They seemed an amalgam of land-based inspiration and seaborne fantasy – I couldn’t work it out. I was envious. Later, I tried to make up my own amalgams, to recount my own personal alchemistic experiences with a little help from twelve semitones and twenty-six letters. I confess that they do not have much in common with the originals, which are forgotten, serving a life sentence in the depths of my mind. The stories that I am sharing with you have been given life by the stochastic laws of my elliptical orbit. Thank you for reading them. I am grateful if you like them.