Originally uploaded by Christos Tsoumplekas
...κι ύστερα στις κορυφογραμμές τ' ουρανού,
μια πεταλούδα θ' ακολουθώ,
ελπίζοντας με τα φτερά της να διώξει,
τον σκοτεινό καπνό των ονείρων...
The first day the God took in his hands dark, molded it to become mass dense - very dense and later he blew in this mass the travel. Thus, the darkness wanted to travel… …Then, something was stirred by dense shades, and became an explosion big. And by the big explosion the dark was shaken tally, more tally from nowhere, and it began to run, to run… And became light…
(From a fairy tale of Eirini Lamprelli