Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
At a distance, I have a garden,
Blooming dreams in colours are maladroit,
Steady wind is seen apathetic,
So, lollygagging outside.
One or two maverick dreams ,
Try to tell me to go windward.
I get nonplussed when I see,
Wintry sky welcomes the black cloud.
Unwillingly I talk to the rain,
And offer my dream to the wind.
But life is not all about our choices,
Life is the consequence of our desires.
