Christos Daskalakis in his second poetry collection entitled “Kilometers” follows again – almost with religious reverence – his personal path to the “gray zone”. A path that looks like a one-way street and always leads to the same destination: the emergence of the deepest being, the awakening of all those forces that make up the deepest ego. The Me always in relation with the You. Because its verses are an open dialogue with the Others, our other self, the other love. At low speed, against a gray background, his poetic writing looks like imprisoning a moment’s greatness, love’s ideal, the desert’s loneliness, the fluttering of thoughts. In a “familiar, lonely, strange city” through the author’s verses, and while seeking for the lost paradise, there are kilometers of denials and delusions, kilometers full of childhood innocence and breaths of life.