Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
After a few months shortened to yesterday,
two brilliant suns illuminated your eyes.
Transformed into two clouds swollen with rain,
weary from sleepless nights,
pigments of color rubbed by insistent tears.
Oh, how much sadness I read in the book I leafed through on the lids of those dull irises.
Stop for a moment and close your tired eyes that tumbling, searching the desert for roses to be reborn in a moment.
Don’t destroy yourself with the consuming regret of brooding over that grain of sand found in your pocket and never given you a kiss.
Await the kisses left half-finished, suspended between heaven and earth.
Place your heavy bags in a safe corner and paint with your imagination the colors to make our meeting a reality, welcoming us with open arms.
Elisa Mascia 14-1-2026
