[Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995] Oh, how much I love your eyes I'm waving like moonbeams on a nightside sea whenever, wherever mine crosses yours so amenable I do feel, until I myself I hide behind the sand-dunes on the shore of the absorbent sandcastles. Broken into shivers, memories still haunt me. The knight in golden armour turns into millions of vacant sinus ; inner sickles trying to find a way out of the flesh, the planted one with memorable experiences, tassels in white faces... Iris is a sine qua non for us indeed, though, absolute darkness reminds me of the age of ignorance. But, now as I recall all those I've seen so far through this burning blood red veil "oh, it makes me soften, I realize how terrific it'd be to sojourn two thousand years with you ; your inept dreams...my cerebral mansion". I'm a creature of terra firma ; as an urn I hold and kiss the ashes of my dying race ; as I grow up, Iris grows too, but, how can I speak to the dry ground about the wet saliva of my eyes ? Wisdom's cavern stands far from oceans, that's for sure my dear. Here I feel the crucial crux of all our dilemas, all those things won't ever touch our flesh, let them go, let them fade behind, let them stare at the Iris' narcotic sight while the flaming aureole will offers us pleasure ; the pleasure an infant gets along with its mother's white, fluid bribe.