Waiting for the New Years' Brightness
to travel us to new adventures, fantasies
myths and stories -

-THE POWER OF MEMORIES

As many years have passed by, as many countries she had met, as many men she had loved, she still has only but only one memory very vivid in her mind always.
A memory that was the one that kept her positive and strong when she was alone in America and had to struggle to make things happen and get a life for her own.

The memory of them listening to Fleetwood Mac on the highway on the way to the island. The memory of them not thinking about tomorrow but just about today about tonight, leaving for the moment. Leaving for the ADVENTURE of it.

The memory of their first adventure/TSIKLITIRIA in the island of Elafonisos-


FLASHBACK

- DUGLIANA – TROBA- TURBOUSON – TENTA ALA TOMATO –
Unforgettable moments. And simply like that after their first adventure together in Elafonisos they instituted their army/gang in the island.

ARMY / TAGMA
Year of launch: 2000
Members: 5
Reason of Launch: To Enjoy and Conquer Men (who they called back then as enemy)
Hose Del Siap – E. (Ixnilatis = The tracefinder)
Epistimon Van Der Bel – D. (Analyst of facts and directions in a very scientifical way)
Eugenia Don Papapanetti – E.P.(started as provider of space for meetings of the Army and then became NYC correspondent)
Irene Don Kafetzon– I. (There is no title on earth discovered still for her case. She was basically the beautiful Irene for who all the big encounters with the enemy have started. Basically she was the bet)
Napoleon Garozel de Vonaparte – Garia (Capitaine)

Since that first time, they went again several times for the following four years to the island.Other times they went all together, other times each one alone, other times with old or new friends. Each time they would go again, they were nostalgic of that very first time they went altogether and saw for the first time the sunset of Elafonisos-




And the last memory where things were left of was of D. with E. on the day Garia was leaving Elafonisos for good to come to America. They both just looked down. Maybe because they thought their adventures would end but the ADVENTURES and the STORIES never ended-



- Maria Garozi

I wonder, what type of memory is the one that keep you readers of this blog strong and positive? Is it the memory of an adventure with friends? The memory of a lover? The memory of a personal victory? Maybe the memory of a song or a movie? The memory of a childhood hero?

KARAGKIOZIS

August 14 2004

E.P. is waiting for her at the airport with a balloon
Welcome Garozi! Welcome to America! she screamed
You made it! Lets go Dance Now Malaka-

Welcome to America Garia
Back home they are all
celebrating together singing Karagkiozis
for the opening of the 2004 Olympic Games in Athens
You, start your own celebrations now
cause you finally ESCAPED from Greece my young Karagkiozi!

And they danced that night at Beauty Bar on 14th Street-
She didnt know though that E.P. would return to Greece a month later leaving her completely alone to find a way of surviving in America-

The voice of Savopoulos singing the song Karagkiozis was whispering in the head that Sunday afternoon when E.P. left for JFK and Garia at the house back then on 18th street looked at her backpack wondering; Where to now?

"WIND BLOW
What kills me, What saves me
is that i dream like Karagkiozi
..................................................
put under your shadow this kid
that has nowhere to go tonight -"
(translated words from Karagkiozis song)

As she was pale and scared for what the next morning would bring
the men from Pontos appeared as a shadow on 1st Avenue
and started dancing armed the Pirixio Dance same way they performed it at the Athens Olympics. They screamed PAME, (GO).

GO, RUN TO SURVIVE.
The immigrant's blood inside her veins started dancing-


What is to all of you the memory of Karagkiozis and the everlasting creativity of Evgenios Spatharis? Have you ever dreamt like Karagkiozis?

POU NA SAI FILE MOU -

Pente xronia olakera
stous dromous sou palevw

Kathe ti elliniko exw arxisei
Na folevw sti thimisi
Tou tzitzikiou
Pou den provalei
Oute me to kalesma
Tou ypnou mou tou kalokairinou
Se touta edw ta xwmata ta ksena

Kathe skia elliniki
kai gnwrimh
Fevgath
Fygane oloi tous
Tous pire to skotadi

Den vriskw to Mixalh
Den vriskw pouthena to papou to Vaggeli
Den vriskw pouthena to Giwrgo
Den vriskw pia ton Giwrgo
Ton eide mipws kaneis?

Kai o Giannis?
Argopalevei kai aftos alla mallon
Tha me perimenei, exei swthei

Taeroplana erxontai adia
Ta vaporia salparoun erima
Gyriste pisw oloi
Me akouei kaneis?
De prolava na pw antio
Kai twra pou thelw na to pw
Mas pagwse to kryo, epese to xioni
Kai den exoume milia
Na poume to Teleftaio mas antio
Mono o filos mou o Indos apo apenanti
Mou exei apomeinei twra
Kai tou lew kapou kapou
mia Kalimera

- Maria Garozi
6th Street
Winter 2009

Mr. Lourelien

8:00pm Wed night
The door opens. The tall man she had seen one Sunday eating with his father came in.

The hostess turns and looks at him.

Staring at each other.

Lourelien he said. I have a reservation for two but my friend will not join me.
Can I still be seated?

Hostess: Of course, Mr. Lourelien would you prefer to eat at the bar then tonight?

Yes. Thank you -

THE PYLOS TEAM CELEBRATING-

Osa xronia kai an poreftika
Osous filous kai an synantisa
H thymisis tis GIORTINHS stigmis aftis
pou eimaste oloi mazi
sto taksidi to aiwnio tis psixis
einai afti pou tha fwliasei
twra pou peftei h nyxta
twn prwtwn 30 xronwn-
Giati etsi re gamwto!

Thank you to Pylos!

- Maria Garozi

Balthazar New York
12/14/09 with Christo, Vania, Alex, Nico, Paulina

READING ALBERTO CAEIRO'S

poem

Ah! THEY WANT A LIGHT THAT’S BETTER THAN THE SUN’S
And since the soul is what doesn’t appear,
The perfect soul is the one that never appears:
The soul that’s made out of body,
The absolute body of things,
Existing-absolutely real-without shadows or errors,
The exact and entire coincidence of a thing with itself.

She paused reading

Looked out of the window

Remembered of the conversation between her two friends who were visiting from Greece and her mentor at 4th street Gallery:

DJ Manou: So Alex, what do you have to say for your students’ soul?

A.H.: She has no soul-

This reply has been troubling her thoughts for a long period of time. If exists a man who knows the author and her heteronyms well, this is no one else than her mentor.

And he announced that she has no soul-

Are all her heteronyms with no soul or solely the orthonym?

Is Alberto Caeiro’s poem the answer to her wonders?

“The perfect soul is the one that never appears”

Could it be of true that the perfect soul is the one that never appears?

- Maria Garozi

- THE MYTH OF THE GREEK RIOT EGG

After a day like that she went to eat pasta with her Italian friend Federico at their favorite Italian spot in East Village.

Paolo (joking told her): Maria crazy customer of Giano..did you come for eggs? You always ask for eggs and an egg is costly you know with this economy here in America...
Maria : Ma va Paolo. Dont joke. I had a crazy day. We came for dinner. We would like some nice pasta.

And then she started laughing..

Ok the Greeks maybe are still rioting in Athens and Thesalloniki.

But will anyone tell her who threw to her face when she was 15 years old that EGG?

She was looking from the window of Arsakio High School in Psychiko the blue sky daydreaming probably of new adventures with her friends when suddenly an egg landed on her face from the other side of the school fence.

DOES ANYONE OF YOU REMEMBER THOSE DAYS?

WHEN THE BOYS FROM THE COLLEGE OF ATHENS, OR FROM THE HIGH SCHOOL OF PSYCHIKO WERE THROWING EGGS TO THE GIRLS OF ARSAKIO HIGH SCHOOL?

how much i would love to solve the myth of that Greek egg..

- Maria Garozi

- H TAXYDROMOS THS NEAS YORKHS

THE MESSENGER FROM NEW YORK

SENDS A LETTER OF PEACE TO GREECE-

REBEL OF OUR VOICE WAS MR. DIONISIOS WHO LEFT FROM THE ISLAND OF ZANTE AND MR. NIKOLAOS WHO LEFT FROM ATHENS AND CAME TO AMERICA ON A BOAT.

THEY STARTED WASHING DISHES DAY AND NIGHT AT THE FAMOUS “Diners” OF MANHATTAN AND THEY WERE HIDING THEIR MONEY EVERY NIGHT UNDER THEIR BED AT THEIR APPARTMENT ON 6TH STREET.

EVERY SECOND MONTH THEY WERE SENDING THEIR “KOBPODEMA” MONEY BACK TO THEIR SISTERS, THEIR WIVES AND KIDS.

THOSE DOLLARS THEY SENT WITH THE YEARS, BECAME GREEK DRACHMAS AND LATER EURO WHICH THEIR GRAND GRAND CHILDREN THREE DAYS AGO USED TO BUY LIGHTERS (made in China, the cheap ones because the kids don’t have money and that’s why they are rioting) TO BURN THE GREEK FLAG IN THE UNIVERSITY OF ATHENS-

WHO WOULD HAVE TOLD MR. DIONISIOS AND MR. NIKOLAOS THAT THEY WERE WORKING DAY AND NIGHT AND DRINKING THEIR METAXA ALL THOSE YEARS ALONE AWAY FROM HOME FOR THE GREEKS TO END UP LIKE THAT-

MANY OF YOU WILL SAY, YOUR WAY OF THINKING IS SO OLD.

WHO WILL REMEMBER OF OUR GREAT GRANDFATHERS WHO MIGRATED ABROAD TO AMERICA, TO CANADA, TO AUSTRALIA, TO GERMANY AND TO SO MANY OTHER LANDS IN ORDER FOR THE YOUNGER GENERATIONS TO HAVE A BETTER TOMORROW?

BUT IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT AT LEAST WHEN OUR GREAT GRAND FATHERS REALIZED THAT GREECE WAS NOT THE COUNTRY THAT COULD OFFER THEM BETTER WORKING OPPORTUNITIES, WEALTH AND ALL THOSE ISSUES FOR WHICH THE YOUTH IS RIOTING, THEY DIDN’T BURN THE GREEK FLAG-

I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO WRITE TO YOU, OUR GREEK YOUTH-

THE GREEK ANTHEM SAYS:

"FROM THE BONES TAKEN THE SACRED OF THE GREEKS"

IT SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU HAVE NEVER FELT
HOW IT IS TO MISS HOME SO DEEPLY
HOW IT IS TO MISS VIEWING THE GREEK FLAG MOVING PROUDLY
ON THE BOATS AT PIREAUS PORT SO DEEPLY
SO THAT ANOTHER VOICE OF PEACE CAN COME OUT OF YOUR BONES-

PITTY

- Deborah Xenou Gaitanou
H TAXYDROMOS THS NEAS YORKHS

Greeks or any International readers, leave a comment.
What does your country's flag mean to you?
Maybe we can really write a letter of peace-

Maria's Paper Poetry

TO MYSTIKO THS ARIADNHS-

H ariadnh irthe xthes ne me ebrei
Poios na to ksere oti
Kai ekeinh ton idio syntrofo pothei

Ligo pswmi mou zitise
Kai ligo kokkino krasi

Kai moirastika to fagito mou mazi tis
Opws kai ton antra mou

To prwi mazepsa ta piata tous
Kai eplyna ta sentonia
Tous evala mousikh
Kai hpia ti teleftaia goulia apto krasi

H ariadnh irthe xthes na me ebrei
Poios na to ksere oti
Kai ekeinh ton idio sytnrofo pothei

Mian efimerida ellinikh mou edwse
Kai mou pe diavase th

Kai moirastika to pono mou mazi ths
Opws kai ton antra mou

To prwi ekapsa tin efimerida
Opws oi Ellines kaine ta dash tous
Kai petaksa ta apokaidia sta skoupidia
Opws oi Ellines petan molotwf sta sokakia
Kai eklapsa ekei stin monaksia mou
Giati otan gyrisw
H Ellada den tha einai h Ellada
Pou xa sta oneira mou

H Ariadnh irthe xthes na me ebrei
Poios na to ksere oti
Kai ekeinh ton idio pono gia tin Ellada evastei

-Maria Garozi

Home East village
Sunday Avgoustos 23, 2009
Kaigetai h Ellada

2009 Diary Notes

August 14, 2009

The ticket will not be used. Simply a visit to JFK to capture with the lense that exchange of emotions when travelers are arriving and departing.
To capture the warmth between those who wait for the flight arrival and those who arrive.How much she needs to imagine the moment of her return.

She cant go anywhere. She is a hostage of her soul; A captive of her destiny.

JFK
J.R. and C.T. are coming soon. Their flight will depart for Athens delayed few hours.
Waiting for them decide to seat at the food area to write.
Its easy to recognize the Greeks around me. Mainly dramatic faces.
I notice the dramatic face of a mother talking to her two sons.
Is she going back or are they?
Who is leaving and who is staying back?
There is a pain for both figures. Those who leave and those who stay behind.
They both struggle. But it’s a different kind of struggle.
Trying to read her lips. must be saying:
Pote tha se dw gie mou? (When will I see you again son?)
So she is the one staying behind.

How difficult it must be when the child leaves for the first time away from home.
I imagine the parents need to find again a reason to live. Probably they want to scream at the airport DON’T GO.DONT LEAVE ME. How selfish that would be though.
Was that why mother never came all the way to say goodbye to me at the airport on August 14 2004?

Photo of the Day

Chinatown 2009

- Garia August

LAFAYETTE AND HOUSTON

Life in New York sounds very exciting to a temporary visitor. It stimulates those who love the arts, those who love Fashion, those whose taste in fine cuisine is demanding, it rejuvenates every single traveler who visits the city. The challenge is how the city is stimulating for those who work and live here permanently. Those whose work schedule managing one or two even jobs working morning and night and even also during the weekend doesn’t allow them to enjoy as often as they would have liked to a new movie screening, a Broadway Show a new gig that their friend has in Brooklyn, a visit to the Met or the Guggenheim or simply some free time reading a book by the park seating on a bench for hours. Easily someone would think that for them, life in New York is a routine. That for them New York is not stimulating. To the contrary though because it is this endless flow of new ideas and new faces of the people who visit New York for a week, for a month for six months or for ever that keeps those who live here stimulated. It is that mixture of unaccomplished imaginary illusions from all around the world that meet in the streets of Manhattan every day creating a song rhythm that never stops playing in the head of the locals. That is what takes us all far away from a routine. It’s the underground energy. What we Greeks call DIPSA.

To Maria life in New York never stopped being a source of inspiration and motivation for new things and new stories. Sometimes she is so busy multitasking between her job at Conde Nast International and her second job at the restaurant that she realizes the change of the seasons by the new Calvin Klein poster in the corner of Lafayette and Houston where she passes by after her yoga class.

The Calvin Klein seasonal ad campaign and poster is part of the New York scene, the New York vibe that she so much loved. Did she really expect when she arrived five and a half years ago that living in Manhattan would be Easy? What a childish thought that would be. But yet it was a necessary one to keep the journey alive, to keep her dreams and goal expectations up high like the Calvin Klein poster that no matter rain or shine is high up there in the corner of our hearts-

- Maria Garozi

The Odyssey Within

Few weeks ago Maria had the chance to meet with Vania Stefou in New York.Vania is visiting Manhattan representing Greece with her work that will be showcased at the exhibition "The Odyssey Within: An Exhibition of fine art by Greek & Italian artists" from December 15th - January 5th at Agora Gallery in Chelsea.

"The dynamic of being human serves as Vania Stefou’s primary inspiration, especially the physical complexity of the human body and its systems. The way we are wired internally, and what that wiring yields in our world - this is all part of the artistic landscape Vania explores in her art.

Vania lives and works amidst the islands of Greece, a location that continues to feed her creative spirit."

For more info about the exhibition you can visit:
http://www.agora-gallery.com/

Featured Painting by the artist is named One million Thoughts -

Yannis Tsarouchis Drawings

-H DHMHTRA KAI O ERWS THS.

Ti na mas pei h Dhmhtra kai o Erws twra pou
Paliwse pia to klama tis gia sena
Paliwse pia kai h anamonh
Oti mia mera tha guriseis pisw
na tis peis sygxwrese me matia mou
Se agapisa kai sagapw akoma
Paliwse kai h thimish tou dikou mas Odyssea
Mono h pinelia tou Tsarouxh mas
den paliwse akoma
H Dhmhtra kai o Erws ths
Ton karteroun akoma-


Ti na mas pei H Dhmhtra kai o Erws twra pou
Kai h lyph epapse pia na klaiei
Kai to dakry epapse pia na raiei
Kai h elpida epapse pia na zei
Oti mia mera tha gyriseis san antras
Dynatos armatwtmenos
na tis peis egina agwnistis gia sena matia mou
se elatrepsa kai se latrevw akoma
Kai h Pithia afise tis kopelies sta xwrafia monaxes
Mono to skitso tou Tsarouxh
Den epapse na einai fwtino
H Dhmhtra kai o Erws tis
Mellon aiwnio tha exoun karpero-

Ti na mas pei h Dhmhtra kai o Erws twra pou
Ta fyla ksekinisan na peftoun
Ta kalokairia mas ta magika ksana den epistrefoun
Ta fegarwfota kleisane ta fwta perimenontas
Oti mia mera tha gyriseis ksana na thn
Koitaskeis opws to prwto to kalokairi ekeino
Ta giasemia poulithikan ola stin agora tis Neas Gouineas
Mono h psixh tou Tsarouxh
Den epapse na mas milaei
H Dhmhtra ton Erwn ths
Ston kairwn th dysh tha lismonei kai tha pothaei-

Gia ton Tsarouxh mas
Mia teleftaia kalhnyxta-

- Maria Garozi
6th Street, Apt 1A
November 22, 2009

To peruse Yannis Tsarouchis Drawings you can go to:
http://www.tsarouchis.gr/en/IT_COLLECTION_sxedia.htm

- DONT LET THEM DESTROY HER PAST

Very warm summer night.
Gasping for contact. Speaking to herself noone replies.
So starts writing, like a traveler who is lost for the first time alone away from home.

Home is Hellas known to many as Greece.
The Greece that belongs to Mrs Maria Callas, to Melina Mercuri, to Nico Kazantzaki, to Miki Theodoraki , to Yanni Tsarouchi.

The Greece that belongs to that young boy who screamed loudly at the demolition of one of the oldest newsstand kiosks in Panepistimiou Street in Athens, IT FeeeeEEEL

The Greece that belongs to Christo, to Evdoksia, to Yiorgo, to Rena, to Nikolao, to Filomeni,to you who know how it is to be away from home and them who wait for your return one day.

THE GREECE OF THE TSOLIA WHO IS WAITING OUT OF THE PARLIAMENT AT SYNTAGMA NO RAIN NO SHINE FOR ALL OF US TO GO BACK ONE DAY.

THE GREECE OF THE WOMEN IN THE ISLANDS WHO LIGHT UP A KANTILI AT NIGHT WAITING FOR THE RETURN OF THE MEN FROM THE SEA.

Memories. So many memories. The past of her mind is reality now.
She cant pretend anymore that it doesn’t exist.

The memory of Greece is of a country where gardenias and jasmine flowers smell in every street. Where in every corner there is a Delta store. Where the young boys are playing soccer on the streets.

The memory of Greece is of a country where the mothers are taking every Sunday their children to Church and wait for their husbands to come home to cook for them.

The memory of Greece is a country where the anarchists are anarchists for an ideal and true rebels creating the ground for a better tomorrow. Not anarchists destroying what is left of our past. Of our identity. Of our names. Of our hearts.
In the news all she read last winter was for the anarchist attacks in Athens.
Her American colleagues asked her at the office, don’t Greeks like their country?
FEAR allover the face.
They will destroy everything before she manages to go back.

Maria's Paper Poetry

The poets’ heart-

Who let you go you my heart
Where have you been, where are you mourning?
The heroes of your dreams have kept you
hostage from them all
And now you are running your savior to find

Who scared you my heart
Where have you been, where are you mourning?
You are in that garden lost alone still
And no one knows if you shall meet
The girl with the golden festive hair
Who upon meeting you
the sweet secret will reveal



The boat of the return if you shall board
So that you stop longing The Pireaus port just from abroad

-Maria Garozi
Giano East Village
October 13,2009

Garia's Typewriter

Maria and Giagia in her dreams

-THE LAST JOURNEY OF THE SOUL.

She woke up shaking from
a very distant dream
The Old lady of the house
back in the lands of Greece
was out in the terrace
looking at the rouch wide sea

The Earth Shaker
has announced to her
that his Lordship Hades
the darkest of them all
would come to get her
close to him at dawn

Her soul was waiting patiently alone
enjoying the roughness
of the waves, their strength
While all the rest of her beloved ones
were afraid to het her go

The wave came to grab her
but the Grand Child
the youngest of the three
run out fast in the open
sea to hold her soul alive still

Korh mou where have you been
all this time?
I am ready to leave this world
without a sight of you
Will you let me go now?

Giagia, dearest shadow of my dreams
Free I let you go
and shall always visit you
at the clean water that is deep
For my father shall also be near you
Crossing the seas with his
surf above your soul
to remind you that I Love You So

let go now, GO

-Eidothea

The Gods Awakening

She saw life in Greece with all the golds
with all the favors of the Gods
and after the 24th year of her hair getting long
weathered many bitter nights of solitude
remote away in the island of New York, while
she fought to survive, to bring
good news one day back home.
But never was she given a co-traveler to have with her
on this journey for she had to prove alone of her
strength, of her willingness, of her loyalty
to her history, to her identity
and she learned the minds of many unknown men
and fought the hearts of many unknown species
during this journey
till finally one day she found EIDOTHEA.

Of these adventures, Muse, daughter of Zeus,
tell us in our time, lift the great song again.
Begin when all the rest who were to welcome her
upon her arrival had all returned back home,
while she alone still battled for home and food.
His lordship Christenios; son of Evrinthos from Attica;
sheltered her inside the Wooden doors of Pylos-
a mortal yes but most blessed from the hands of Lady Hestia,
Goddess of the hearth and home; on the day he left
the homeland thirty years ago bitten and not forgotten of
his mother’s great tragedy,
who saw her like the lost family of his own.

Maria's salute for the Singing Boy

.THE ANCHORED HEARTS’ BLUES-



A beautiful boy anchored
In her stormy sea
and held her heart captive
360 nights that made her feel alive
so no man her love would bare again to see

on night 13
wrapped the heart
in flower paper of velvet green
and took her to announce his love
in the gardens of his queen

on night 71 at dawn
he stacked the heart
in a castle made of sand
and let it wash alone to get strong
on the tip of the island that’s known to be long


on night 103 after all that
he dressed the heart
in a hat to look as a holiday angel of his art
and walked together hand by hand
in the marble lovers’ estate land

on night 211
he glued the heart
inside the glass of his ego box
and got on stage alone
without having her around staring like a fox

on night 232
he draw the heart
in all the pages of his books
and threw them from
the San Fransisco bridges' hooks

on night 360
he hid the heart
in the cords of his kithara's looks
and since then remained alone
singing his own hearts' anchored blues

.Maria Garozi-
San Fransisco, March 2009
From the Singing Boy volume

Garia's Memory of the Silent Man

-THE ENCOUNTER.

The girl’s hair is messed
Cheerful long curls dancing in the air
She is happy for her upcoming interview the next morning

Nothing in the menu seems familiar
She knows the dinner is for one
Still orders for two
Hero behind the counter
Starts preparing their first meal

The Man is seating on her left
Where does she come from he wondered
Do you need a friend?
Do you need a lover?
Are you the one who is going to save me?
ARE YOU THE ONE WHO IS GOING TO SAVE ME?

He grabs his pen
It’s my first time getting inspired to write
But what I am doing feels nice
And starts writing silent notes to the girl
He was afraid to share his notes with her

The girl is seating on his right
What is he writing she wondered
Are you writing a poem?
Are you writing a note?
Are you writing a love story?
ARE YOU WRITING OUR LOVE STORY?

She grabs the menu
It’s my first time trying Japanese food
But what I am eating tastes nice
And starts giving silent bites to the man
She wasn’t afraid to share her food with him

-Garia August
Thompson Street 3/14/06
From the Silent Man Series

Eidothea's Wall

Sing in me, Muse, same way you sang many ages ago to 1

my great ancestor and first poet ever, Homer,

and through me reveal the story of the Girl

blessed in all ways of imagination,

the adventurer, detained for years on end,

from the HomeLand; Greece; after the decision

of Lord Poseidon;Great Earth Shaker and Storm Bringer

not to ever let any mortal

whether of love whether of belief

Release her-

But Never

in this World

is Odysseus dead

only detained somewhere on the wide sea

upon some island, with wild

islanders;savages, they must be, to hold him captive.

- From The Odyssey translated by Robert Fitzgerald

SANDALS

sandals.
sent with a sealed kiss
from a far away land-

sandals.
whose leather still smells
like the room at Hotel Del Ville
where they kissed for the last time-

sandals.
left in an empty room
for days
for weeks
for years
waiting for salvation
that is a dead heart-

sandals.
that will never be worn again
for their owner drowned in the
open sea of her own tears-

-Garia August

It All Started

Foto: January 1st, 2009 by Garia August

When I visited a year ago 4th Street Gallery and met
with Alex Harsley.

Alex asked:what do you need to learn on photography?
I replied: Everything starting from how to put
the film in the camera.

He smiled and he accepted to be my mentor and teacher.

For the past year we are working together on a book
of fotos and stories. The book of a Girl's Journey
from Greece to New York.

Welcome to Eidothea's world and the life of
Maria Garozi and Garia August,
the two authors of this blog.

love
-Maria.