“… the fisherman’s daughter grinding serenity in her coffee grinder.” — Yannis Ritsos Copy Share Image
“And look, my brother, we learned to talk very quietly and simply. We understand each other now - there is no need for anything… — Yannis Ritsos Copy Share Image
“When there's a moon the shadows in the house grow larger; invisible hands draw back the curtains, a pallid finger writes forgotten words on… — Yannis Ritsos Copy Share Image
“In our hands we hold the shadow of our hands. The night is kind―the others do not see us holding our shadow. We reinforce… — Yannis Ritsos Copy Share Image
“… the fisherman’s daughter grinding serenity in her coffee grinder.” — Yannis Ritsos Copy Share Image
