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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

- 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 //

S.V.L.

Love this shot I took of my good good friend

in 2010 in LA.now i am back to the PAST again.

loving it

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Time//Time//Time.

0-1-2-3-4-5-6-7- YEARS

become 0. again

knowing that there might be a return -

For the last months I lived in the PRESENT.

That is why writing has been hard to find me.

Is so much more fulfilling to write when i live in the PAST.

Last night I was in the tunnel from the NEW to the THEN and

back to

now.

Hey little girl Daddy is home.

but you are home now too

time is FLAT.

what remains. is that I am on fire for it all again!

- Garia August

- REFLECTING THE THOUGHTS

of Maria

to Garia

for Eidothea

photos from chicago trip 2010

- Sweet Suite 2C

It was the love and communication period of my journey in New York. Cat Power had just released a new cd and H~ had brought it home. Before the arrival of that cd at Suite 2C, there used to be respect and compassion but I cant recall with certainty any love and communication. Every sunday while I was bathing, H~ would sneak in my room and leave the Real Estate section of the New York Times on top of my bed. It was as if he wanted to remind me that I have to soon find a new place to sublet. But it wasnt about that. It was a speechless way of communication and his caring effort to support and love me in becoming even more stronger than I was without depending on any homy environment like his place.

Saturday 6am, year 2006 or 2007

Can you hear the noise?

It is H~ grounding the coffee. I cant stand this noise. It is only 6am and H~ is up and functioning. I am almost 30 years younger than him and all I can move at 6am is my pillow to cover my ears. He cant be grounding the coffee right now.

H~ : Did I wake you up?

M: Oh not at all. Are you kidding me? Wake me up..ha!

I had to wake up early. Besides it is a Saturday and I have plenty of errands to run. I said in a very cool, relaxed way as if I didnt want to show him that I could sleep for five more hours at least.

M: What are you doing today? I asked him as I was approaching from the kitchen area to his desk with my cup of coffee full. (Well since we had the coffee morning fix ready and warm, why not using it to function at 6am ? Oh, how much I did enjoy always that cup of freshly made coffee)

H~: I am leaving soon and have to go to several Fashion Shows. It’s Fashion Week. How about yourself?

M: I will do some errands during the day and then go to work at the restaurant. I will be back home late after work around 12 am. So, I suppose I will see you tomorrow morning.

H~ : You definitely will. And don't forget to read the Real Estate section tomorrow. I will leave it at your bed.

M: Thank you H~ . How thoughtful of you as always. I will. I promise to read it.

When I arrived home late after work all I was expecting was the next days; Real Estate Sections's silent communication of the “You need to move out”. To my suprise when I opened my bedroom door I found some gifts on top of my bed. It was a lolita Gift package that H~ had left for me from the Fashion Show goodie bags. There was a TShirt with a “Coca Cola Loves Fashion” print, a red lollipop and something else that I cant remember now. It must have been a note from him.

I thought about that part of my life and that beautiful love and communication moment because a friend of mine suprised me few days ago with flowers; a gesture that I would have never expected from a man so strong and solid like him.

Same way with H~

I could have never thought a man like H~ strong like a rock would be so soft inside.

If only I could go back to Ste 2C ~

just for few nights..to listen to the sound of the coffee being grounded early in the morning..to watch the Sunday 60" show on tv together with H~.

Love,

Garia