Ko pristaneš en meter do bara na pomolu v čudovitem, majhnem, barvitem mestecu na Paxosu, se vsedeš na Ouzo in ostaneš na olivah, siru in vinu, ker vrtijo samo blues, dober blues, in po šestih urah končaš z metaxo in z iransko modrostjo življenja v spodnji pesmi. Obstaja izraz za to?

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One day while you were asleep
Who knows in what dreams
I took a long and quiet look at your face
And said maybe it is a fairytale
Maybe it is the wave that hits the shore
Maybe the ship on that wave
Maybe the pigeon on that ship
Maybe the voice of that pigeon
Maybe the sun that is reborn with my song
Maybe even beyond the sun
Maybe it is a tiny sparkle, this life
Maybe that is sufficient for us