Am I alone? No, I am not alone, not I.
Within my humble darksome cell
heroes, men, gods,
like lightclouds stir before me.
They look like dreams, like rosy dawn’s
black phantoms; and from a nook
something similar to an angel watches me
and keeps on watching me. Am I alone?
No, I am not alone, not I.
Kostis Palamas, Poem 62, «A Hundred Voices» in The Inert Life, 1904 (Complete Works, vol. III, p.163).

• Foto: Kostis Palamas na sua casa, a que chamava de a sua cela.