HYDRA - DEEPER THAN BONES

"In the mid-Nineties I traveled to Hydra twice to get a sense of the place that figures so prominently in the history of Leonard Cohen. The result are the poems in this book. These poems are not necessarily about Leonard Cohen, but without his ghost roaming around the island they could not have been written either. So thank you, Mr. Cohen." - Soheyl Dahi

At sunset I go to the highest point on Hydra and lay flat out on my back. To my right is the orange haze of the Aegean. Above me the immense sky. The only sound is a distant rumor of Greek music. I see the lights of Hydra, a chain of pearls, bone-white, forming skeletons. I must have defeated a minor god to be here. With my index finger I kiss the ground.