Μοναξιά Δεν Υπάρχει - No Solitude

There is no solitude where a man

digs or whistles or washes his hands.

There is no solitude where a tree

moves its leaves.Where a nameless

insect finds a flower and sits there,

where a brook mirrors a star, where a baby 

while touching its mother's breast

sleeps with its happy tiny lips open,

there is no solitude at all.



Nikiforos Vrettakos