Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Tear-soaked melody in the leaves falling in the spring wind,
The cuckoo’s call is faded today
The spring afternoon.
I open the window of the clouds
And see the sky,
I open my eyes of dreams
And write poetry.
A garden of flowers filled with light
Let the heart dance happily,
Let the procession of light shine
In the chest of darkness
