You can’t imagine how often I’ve heard a bouzouki,
But each time is the first time.
I sniff at a woman…
You can’t imagine how often I’ve sniffed at a woman,
But each time is the first time.
I pound on a table, I leap on a chair,
I crawl up a mountain, to breathe in the air,
By now I’ve stopped counting
How often I’ve been there,
But each time is the first time.
I look at a flower,
I stick my nose in, or stare at, or sleep on a flower,
But each time is the first time.”
An image obviously not taken by me – in honor of the 125th year of my Grandfather’s birth