Porto Katsiki

Sky to sea and
too many blues
to count
and see.
A hazy glace,
a white stone beach,
burnt hard in
your memory.


Time to choose

Play with the devil
And he might just draw you in.
He likes a web of thieves and lies,
And bastards bathed in sin.

Sleep with the devil
And he might just spit you out.
He hates a gut of flesh and truth
And shadows cast in doubt.

Dance with the devil
And he’ll flirt with you alone.
He’ll sink the Isle and ban your race
And pitch the great unknown.

Vote for the devil,
And he’ll show you if he cares.
But hell is hot and pitiful
So choose wisely, and beware.