take in the sights, mess around on the L line, be afraid of time, sleep in, sleep with our heads on the balcony floor and our bodies in the ...

 Third step: minor third Day after day it is winter still. The mud is cold, cracks with the steps. Behind each heavy leaf there is  yet anot...

Second step: perfect fourth Hidden in the smallest of hours where no god's big hand can reach an evil witch under a drape of lead is lay...

 First step: major second The sun, the winter sun, distance, patience the coldest stream, a turquoise vein, barely blood, mostly tears the h...

 Ι Π Π Ο Κ Ρ Α Τ Η Σ Όταν ήμουν μικρός έπεσα μέσα σε μια τρύπα στο δρόμο που με πήγε γραμμή στον κύριο οχετό του κόσμου. Από εκεί δεν υπήρχε...