on the top of this ancient hill the most mysterious objects

are still hidden by modern manners

unnoticed myths dramas of euripides and sophocles

and the tourists and the new modern immigrants

walking as playing the chorus parts

but aphonous archaic reliefs with fast movements of the new land

our bodies before the music starts behaving as small amniotic universes

and our modernistic sad spaces are not for real

so our hands have the same form

without motion our walking dance mimic our dramas

and our looks suffermore and more

in this expressionistic theatre of life