On a Sunday morning
I make a wish at the Acropolis
changing my way of life for one day.
I see the experienced seller
seeking for a buyer
looking among the old stuff
for memories of the past
Old forgotten objects
spread on the long pedestrian street.
Eras shared
with old scents.
Come here, my friend, I give you your hobby
as long as you come close to my source
The look is constantly searching
flowing along the world of old objects
The body is bending
on various shapes of antiques
taking them to new eras.
