To Theo Angelopoulos
The shadow of journey, light brown, light dark
the overthrow of a sign
the metaphor of a man
a search of root, deepen
we, the common citizen, together walking alone
diverse the light, diverse the light......
say: i love you romeo, replied: don't come close. they were lost and being shooted

beyond the sight,
under the numbering of religions, the surgery of blood transplate.
and, the yellow fluid, the brown liquid.
i didnt aim to catch a thing. my life is beside
the cliff,
the turn,
the mud,
the sink,
am looking for the reels of histories. i m seeking the nutrition for a life long journey.

holding me tight. never forget my name. i m VOULA.
a drifting name.

2010.4.19