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Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
I‘ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
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Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
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Ιφιγένεια Σιαφάκα - Ifigeneia Siafaka
Ενύπνια Ψιχίων 