Tezos

Διαβάσαμε ανάμεσα στα άνθη και τη θάλασσα

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Astypalea, April 20 — Afternoon (Shared Entry) It was the kind of day that doesn’t ask much from you— just a blanket, a book, and someone you love breathing nearby. We carried our things to the high terrace where the cherry trees bend over the cliffside, their branches thick with blooms and bees. Below us, the sea shimmered in soft indigo, dotted with boats too small to carry anything but quiet. You sat facing the light, cross-legged, speckled with petals. I brought the book we’d been taking turns reading aloud, but today neither of us felt like speaking. You flipped the pages slowly while I watched your fingers trace invisible lines on the images. There was nothing to solve, no thought to catch— just warmth on the skin, the hum of blossoms, the breeze making promises no one had to keep. At one point, you looked up from the book and smiled. Not at me. Not exactly. At the day. At the way it held us. At how everything—sky, tree, us—felt painted in one soft brushstroke. We didn’t need to read. The pages turned themselves. The sea spoke in chapters. The sky edited our silences. And you, barefoot and blooming, were the story I kept rereading. “What use are books, if her glance already knows every word I’ve ever needed?” —Amaru, Poem 12 That’s what it was today. You, turning the page— and me, already inside the sentence. ____________________________________________________________________ midjourney output with cellularautomata and custom gpt txt gif 896x1344px 7.04mb 2025

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