1919, KOSTIS PALAMAS, Ta Parakaira, Extempora, First Edition

The Parakaira, as their name shows, it is something that is not related to the weather around us. These songs, some I originally wrote and others I first collected here, as if I wanted, temporarily putting aside some other cares, to rest; as if I wanted, focused on myself, to look at myself, to calculate my strength, to then take my breath, according to with my desire. At the same time, I baptized them both from the themes of most of them that entangle them and from the general tone that characterizes them; and if you want, from some idea like philosophical irony, or even artistic coquetry; features that often distinguish our female-minded race. (from the book)