translated by Christiana Mygdali

The only thing I know is that I walk. I make chunks of time on foot. Small steps, fast, sweated. Steps one after the other. Dubious quality shoes. With the right heel broken. Steps with a broken heel. Steps above all. Out of great love for myself I walk. Out of simple, pure, childlike love. And in order to keep my ass fresh for a little bit longer.

Even this is love.

    Flamingo, Melani Pubs, Athens, 2014