A JOURNEY that is still waiting for its destination. A path through loves that were etched and others that rekindle desire. The reason becomes both a mirror and a crack, leading man to the reality of the wound and loneliness. Christos Alexandridis' poetic speech is tested in unexplored depths, attempting to bring to light the mosaic of existence. The road, as always, returns to the starting point; where maturation begins, where new boundaries are inscribed.

In Passacaglia, poetry meets music: Words, silences, and punctuation compose an internal rhythm; the form transforms like the movements of a musical work. Combining allegory, free association, and word creation, the poet creates a space of listening not easily accessible, but deeply experienced.

DEPTHS

In the weight of the depths
in the scornful
in the repressed

I dive into circles
as I breathe
I struggle with my limbs
a current leads
I sound the surfaces
caves resting
discreetly
in the need to sink

sometimes I get scared
the idea that I remain there
creatures wrap around me
if I balance
they refract

then I see, in
borrowed oceans
seeding
gardens of anemones