Publisher: Hestia Publications
Looking at the Nights of the Moon after twenty-five years, I feel the same awe. No matter how many books I wrote afterward, I knew that my soul had stayed on those pages, in the "guilt of innocence", in the curious fascination of childhood fear. I knew, deep down inside me, that those Nights of the Moon were the most meaningful words I wrote in my life, the most valuable. Today I can't change a single word. I stand in front of these pages, like a pilgrim in a forgotten temple, with the faces of the saints glittering in the candlelight. And I am grateful for those twenty days of summer in Lemnos that I was able to immerse myself to find the exact moment of sparkle, that unique poetry of "emergence". Today, as I read the Eighteen Dreams again, I find the paths of my novels, which I wrote in later years, which deeply and substantially, are the self-aware paths of my soul. That enchanted childhood, with the fear of expanding the soul from the need to overcome the trauma, has been the highlight of my entire life.