At least when viewed from above. The seat of the immortals below. Above the heads Mickey Mouse, flickering. The sea glistens from far away, the surf is in one's ear. Up in the sky we are inescapably tied to the earth.
Deeds follow close behind in thought.
Timarista, before entering the world of shadows with confidence, is trying to console disconsolate Krito, has already set her foot facing outward, her step faltering, interrupted in the transition from the one life. Bent over one of her sandals, Aphrodite supports herself on a little priapus, his member erect. Translation authorized and approved by Hellmut Seiler.