You are and I am, colourful boats, paper boats, steel boats set off in thousands of travels, boats cast adrift, uncontrollable… Take me, take me away, sink me if you want. You are and I am, a touch in the watery desire, a wet proof of the one’s body onto the other, a kiss which got lost in the sea.
Anna Tsekoura - Cries of mortals, 2012