https://www.babelio.com/livres/karpouzos-AN-OCEAN-OF-SOULS/1237164
Και μια μέρα, ο ήλιος σταμάτησε, η βροχή σταμάτησε να πέφτει, τα λουλούδια δεν φαίνονταν ψηλά, ο ουρανός αδειάστηκε από αστέρια, τότε ένα δάκρυ στάζει από την καρδιά και έγινε η ανάσα μας. Χρειαζόμαστε ένα ιερό δάκρυ, πριν από το φθινόπωρο.
Crossing the far away sky of soul,
In the pilgrimage of light,
on the fine coast of extinction,
we will meet.
There, in whose space,
creation first became existence,
we will turn this monotonic world,
into a celestial melody of sounds,
In the emptiness spinning
without aims or needs.
Our road not marked on maps.
Fugitives of the centuries,
our origin is the breathing
and our destination is exhalation,
A thousand suns are flowing in our blood,
and the vision of infinity is always chasing us.
The form cannot tame us,
Our days are a fire and our nights a sea.
