yOUR pOeM under construction [takE ONE)

My vehicle wave is the orange.

Lemon fuel for the girls down the azzure.

Sit on the path-'know' thy ledge.

And breathe, the antique ghost of your life evaporates.

\The shudders closed to keep the rain outside within us the water.

within us the wave is the water towards my vehicle.

Outside the rain in the water is within you.

The cracks popped through the cloud to say "I am leaving now."

Eixes mia lampsi magiki

Tin kserw autin tin stigmi tin exw zisei

san ena potiri pou peftei kai spaei stin kardia sou

alla briskeis ta gyalia sto patwma.

Isws na parakseneutoun. Omws den me noiazei.

Den fhmizomai gia tin paradosiaki ka8arotita myalou alla gia mia alli.


Prospa8isa ksereis na to ferw konta...

Ma esy 8a trekseis na kryfteis.


Kai omws den perase mia mera pou antigrafw to file 3 xronwn pisw sto hard drive.

Eggrafetai siga kai mystika me tin eklipsi.

I epistrofi tou kakou i tou kalou.

Kai ksafnika isws na briskomai ston paradeiso.


Giati den kserw poia tin diafora metaksy twn dyo.

Auto pou eixa eixa, auto pou eixa.

Auto pou den exw.


ps: Kai apopse grafw sta ellinika giati kserw oti autos pou 8elw na to diabasei einai Ellinas.

Are you Irish? No, I am Greek

Where from? Thessaloniki is the city.

Silent vibrations tingle the round clots in my brain tonight.

The language kills me.


We look at the screen at a random moment: The Irish boy singing.

He reveals: "No, I am Greek." "Where from boy?" "Salonica"

He runs off. and I am reborn via IT>

God has a sense of humour it is true

he played a little joke on me too.

Do not PANIC and above all thanks for the fish...

When it hurts, it does not have to be specific, you can try standing out in the rain.

When it does not, it has to be very very relative, stay in the closed circle of the sun.

Surrender to the under current of the 'sur' for itself shall take you up and down to the south, for the south is always that which shall take you further. Walk.

The north only knows to pump hard and fast and fasten you staring at the drops falling or the sunshine dazzling. There is always an ad-jective to fit the objective.

An additive to an obstacle why is it added?

Is it to eject or to reject it as it is?

My advice is to take those parts part retract the ropes of your heart delved into years and years of bonding and let them float a bit into the aegean.

The sea makes it all better. The sea makes it all better. The sea the sea the sea.
bet the air the sea you shall see the air gets better in the right bet.

I knew before

Tonight they sat together on the white marble of their balcony.
The stars were lit, the candle too, mosquitos awoke attacked.

Mother says he never can be philosophical with her.
But Mother and him always sit down and talk about what-ifs.

And now she and he sit on their two huge pillows.
She on blue and he on red; she knows what they share.

They stare at the dead tonight, he brought binoculars
to peep a little at the life he, she will not live.

"Because we are watching them die, but they are already dead"
she says. Binoculars are put down. He is scared.

To know that he will not live years of light.
She says they will, part of spark they can, at least, be.

She moves her pillow to the corner. His tears fall silent and transparent.
Her tears are made of smoke into the eery black.

"You know what you and I share, more than a philosophy"


We share the silence my dear brother.

That

I cannot choose to share with noone else.

I had that dream, I knew. So I was prepared.



Are you?