When I was just a little boy, every Christmas Eve, before I slept, I would close my eyes and travel high above the earth, searching for the tiny lights, as if I was searching to find the place, Christ was born in, almost like the three Magi had followed the Star of Bethlehem, until I would fall asleep dreaming a Christmas Dream and lose my self in light. Born in Christmas.
No one has ever seen Bahamut
Some think it’s a dog
Some think it’s a newt
All we know is that the lonely Bahamut
Floats endlessly through all time and all space
With all of us and everything
Floating in a single tear
Of his eye
(Rephrased from the lyrics of the song Bahamut, Hazmat Modine)
Achilles Nasios is a photographer, video-artist and an art teacher. He was born in Greece, studied in Prague, Berlin, Athens and Stockholm. Worked as a lecturer of photography at the Greek University. He lives and works in Sweden.
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