In the tumult of modern age, the speech of P. Kouropoulos sounds limpid and illuminated. «Life can not be artificially gilded. We breathe it moment by moment, as it is, as it comes, as we fantasize it. We experience its current all over, from inside the appeal of the attraction of the genders and the fumes of the war mechanisms of greed. We balance inhalation towards expiration, inhalation towards expiration, and we integrate in the silence the experience of the past. Its current projects the action and prepares the next step. We smile with the greatest paradox we live in, the present that runs from everywhere and floods everything. It pushes towards every direction. It opens every cell, mind, heart and disposition available. The pulse of the entire creation moves us».