...Bless you, mother...

I love him so deeply and purely and that I have denied the dusts of my past. Years ago, I used to sip life so typically, in a way that a nervous and anorectic girl would do, but since I met him I learned to taste every day and every little moment with the greediness not only to breath and survive, but to live; at last, to live.

I cannot face any happiness without his happiness next to me. I cannot face a second without him holding my hand. My love will last for an eternity and a day.

My new country, my paradise, has no borders but the borders of his heart. My children. . . I can see my children in his eyes, even before they get born.

I wanted to thank you, mother, because you gave birth to him; you raised him, you fed him, you stood next to him when he was ill and sad, you bought clothes for him and you sent him to school. I wanted to thank you, as you prepared him for me as the best present I could ever received. God bless you.


Text and photography by Marsia Sfakianou. All rights reserved. Title of photograph: memories of Aggistri island, Summer 2006.