Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Sense of touch is getting divided
Listen!
The green hour of desire
Is fruiting on the branch of faith
In the sight of traveling
The snow is finally disappearing
Which had frozen every relationship, and all letters
So drop by drop these melting moments are,
The glittering tears
The touch of the living syllables
Is being divided by the whole voice.
Now we witness
whatever was in the heart of a Poet
Has become a mirror of time
In the blanket of an evening
Draw a line on a line
Share your griefs with your self
Stop borrowing the tears from others
Wrap yourself!
In the blanket of an evening
Leave yourself in it
Hear your own words
Say everything to yourself
Before you leave
Burn yourself in your own sunshine
Sit under the shadows of your own self
Before you leave the eternal world
Do you remember
Do you remember
A day
When we did not need words to talk to each other
The countenance of our feelings was shining with fondness
Our eyes were glittering with future dreams
The leaves on the branches of a time were meaningful and colorful
There was nothing unsaid
Despite
We didn’t say anything
There was reflection of utterance in the mirrors of water
The desire on every turn of unguarded paths of this expressive silence
Remained busy in encampment of self control
Do you remember
A day
When the fast moving waters , while inclining from the tilt of a heart
Didn’t bother about insecure ambience.
Do you remember a day
When we did not need words to talk to each other
Do you remember