looking into the off(er)ing

Denke danke, tipote tipota. sas euxaristw. ftanei na dw jai gw ton david hasselhoff jai ton kit mazi sas - black rider, night rider, enne to idio? teliwsen epitelous ena mikro-vivlio panw ston Heaney, 25000+ words, oxi kurie dem, den se proftasa, se thkio tria xronia omws ta idia pale. ws tote me perimenoun agglies kai thailandes kai irlandies kai italies. Avrio tha perpatisw mesa se ena ilithio kostoumi jai ena gelio kappelo, enna me xirokrotisoun alloi pou foroun ta idia, enna paroun fotografies oi gonois, jai meta enna pittotho pa'se chamagne(/ia) and /or Kerouac Tea. O kosmos deli mi? Nai. Loipon, tha sas dw agglia, me miso-roz mallia (fuschia roz), jai enan diploma.

Until then, more Heaney:
The visible sea at a distance from the shore
Or beyond the anchoring grounds
Was called the offing...

Untrespassed still, and yet somehow vacated
As if a lambent troop that exercised
On the borders of your vision had withdrawn
Behind the skyline to manoeuvre and regroup...