Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
We will meet on the pale grass where the salty tears of the eyes are collected.
Will we ever talk again,
when the stars in the sky
fall asleep.
The moon will stay awake
by your side.
The fragrance in the air will touch your
slender body.
Clouds in black hair
The butterfly will fly away. Promise me you will come again, okay
