Visiting an inner room...

...can be that of my own,

sitting in a chair looking out,

being a part of a fusion,

between the room 

and the coast and the sea,

only parted by a layer of glass...

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Quiet in Gavathas...

...everything sort of sleeping,

umbrellas folded, disciplined chairs,

looking out the sea,

gentle invitations for coffee...

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Like stopping time...

...when nothing really moves,

and Summer hibernating soon...

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Almost blinding light...

...and seemingly deserted,

from folks or animals,

on bumpy roads of sand and dust,

a stylistic landscape,

all round the year...

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