Someone walks (on the street?)
They walk
Sitting in chairs, they change position
With their back turned against us, they search for something (what?) in a stack of things, at the corner
of a room
Lying in the sun motionless
They talk
With their backs turned against us, they talk (to whom?)
At the sea
The mountains visible in the background
The road
In front of me a field of dry yellow ochre weeds
Small, low construction made of stone
A circle of chairs; their seats at the outside of the circle
A car going somewhere
A dark corridor
Two chairs and a table
One of them changes position in relation to me.
kiki kouniari 