Sea-tossed, haughty
You erected a breast of rock
Full from the southerly wind inspiration,
In order to engraves there the gut her grief
In order to engraves there the gut her hope
With fire with lava with smoke
With words proselytizing the infinity
You gave birth the voice of day…

ODYSSEUS ELYTIS

We were naked on pumice-stone
Looking at the emerging islands
Looking at the red islands they sink
In their sleep, in our sleep
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Sink the islands rust and ash

GIORGOS SEFERIS

… here where meet the rain passage, the wind and deterioration…

GIORGOS SEFERIS

Giant rocks, apart from and on their roots with the volcano vibrations, balancing like they are going to fall on us and to be lost in the sea. Some are Red, some black like iron, shiny…

HELIAS VENEZIS

We walk to Merobigli, autumn day, drowned in the light. The white chappels bell-towers, exquisite line, harmony, are written next to the naked, rhymed windmills. I think the man wise instinct, this harmony that bloomed first in the heart of unsophisticated craftsmen of the island to become then, passed from generation to generation, tradition and deposit. How much everything in their buildings are human moderated. Here the human instinct subjugated the nature, the wild form that the volcano has given, sinking the half island in the bottom of the sea.
The wild instinct did not follow the nature, did not take nothing colossal and wild. Here followed human art the Greek law, it subjugated the forces, it taught the metre and the harmony.

HELIAS VENEZIS

It is incredible, how much kindness, how much Peacefulness exists in the Santorini land, the island that has molded dominates the rage of demons

I.M. PANAGIOTOPOULOS

Santorini belongs in the peculiarities, in the whims, in paradoxically the Greek ground. It is an other world. With his own rythm, with his own meaning. One world, that more from many speechles Greek worlds, it lives always with the distress of unwished.

I.M. PANAGIOTOPOULOS

The other islands of Cyclades have style of peaceful life, are molded with lyric disposal. Santorini has molded by the spirit of tragedy a very out-lying and furious spirit. It is distant and out-lying and solitary Island, it is in Cyclades. A pillar saint, from those genuine, upright that loved with passion the loneliness that it near brought in the spirit of God, from people and the human passions.

I.M. PANAGIOTOPOULOS

Santorini is not black. The theran land is white and yellow. The bigger part of island's coasts fall abruptly in the sea. They are vertically cut by hand. Dry and naked is the place. The water they gather it in the tanks as well as in other islands. And the houses do not have tiles. From big height, their white solarium compose a marvellous table, where the geometry of straight line achieves the most amazing combinations.

I.M. PANAGIOTOPOULOS

The stretch of lines that resembles with String of bow, with orbit of shuttle, from withinn stretch parallelograms, cubes, rolls, cupola, curve, insensible refracted straight lines, that total them structure a composition from so much dramatic intensity that balances only becauseof some miracle.
Here it seems that confusion is advocating rather than some law to the chaos. Think that this virgin on achievement of architecture of is creationunknown craftsmen.

NIKOLAOS CHATZIKIRIAKOS - GIKAS