At Times, Deep Breaths, Excited, Ignore The Lungs

Manolis Galiatsos

The Persistent Gaze of the Interminable as an Exercise of Revival

Manolis Galiatsos

He Suddenly Realised That It Didn't Matter What He Was Saying. The Way He Said It Carried the Full Sense

Manolis Galiatsos

As the Fragments Are Hurled, They Catch the Briefest Images of Existense, the Suspension of Form and Fall

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Are You Looking At Me or Am I Looking At You?

Manolis Galiatsos

This Isn't This

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This Is Not This, It Always Has Something of That It Supposes You to Be

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She Slowly Unfolds Around Herself

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We Ecstatically Float On a Calm, Unsuspecting Innocence Made of Porcelain

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I Always Wanted You

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Desire Is Desire For Words

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Brevity

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If Your Image Is an Accumulated Multiple, At What Exact Point in Time, Do I Live in You... Now? (Right Before I Named You I Became Past)

Manolis Galiatsos

When the Eyes Opened and Faced Her This Which Is (Never) Really This, Greeted Her and the Greeting Looked More Like a Final Expression of Lyricism

Manolis Galiatsos