March loads the almond trees
with white blossoms.

At the islands the sun
shines on the moving lobsters.

The violets from the hillsides
peep in the Athens' tavernas.

At the end of a concert,
a gardenia in my hand.

Spring time in Athens.

At Delphes the round tholos glitters,
while the dark blue mountains
bathe in the sea.

We returned from spear fishing
with sea marvels in our eyes.

It was Spring
and
it was Greece