Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
How many times did you say
Come and see me once. I said I would go and go, but I couldn’t go anymore. Maybe that’s why, I haven’t seen you again. The night has passed in tears of waiting. Even today, I remember your arrogant cry in the folds of the yellow letter.
Even today, In the folds of the yellow letter Your, Your arrogant cry.
Even today I remember, That face, those eyes That language.
I, a stone, With a terrible cry Awakens in my heart Your love,
Your love.
You wanted, I will be a poet
Today I am a poet
Only you are not by my side
