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ELAFONISOS 2011 - GREECE

photos 1-4 Maria Garozi

photos 5 + 6 Sofia Tsekoura

The photo - .

Greece - 2011
black n white/ My country

photo # 17

There are afternoons that I leave the office to come home look at fotos accompanied by Garia and our favorite Spanish rose wine. Tonight I received the fotos I took during my eternal summer vacation in Greece.

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Foto # 17

I wonder;is it a destroyed foto or is it a foto depicting the way my country presented herself to me after all these years?Either way, I wanted to share with you this foto. I will be sharing few more in the following posts.

There is no more wine left.

I have a dry taste in my mouth knowing that I am far away from the ones I love but also a very spicy taste for what my life in New York will bring new. There, in Greece is the Past,the Eternal Summer Vacation and those I love the most.

Here in nyc is the present. the NOW and also the FUTURE!

So...I finally speak about Future.....

the Future starts when we recognize how COMPLETE we have been as beings from our PAST....

Have you ever imagined how MANY life scenarios you could create for yourself if and only if you allow yourself to DREAM ? Anything is Possible !

Hope you are all dreaming about the Future! Dream On!

Big Hug & Thank you for keep checking back at this blog,

- Maria & Garia

- I Follow Rivers //

@ GREECE at last//August 15// Island of Spetses


All my thoughts become
a page that is wet
all those pencil notes
Eidothea's notes to her Apollo
Garia's poems to her lovers
they are pointless to be read at this moment


the past
and the past before that past
where did it go?
The water covered it


my body is finally floating
on its own
it is my body
that will keep soaking
till the bad dreams
stop bothering me


i notice my friends
and their hands
strong, playful,while
my hand is trying to grasp this moment
this moment of the chain
this moment of the friendship
that kept brining me back to shore
year after year
every time
I thought I was drowning.


For a friend
is a raging sea
that keeps us moving on
but also is the calm river
that holds us still //


My friends are the
RIVERS that I follow //