A weird ecstasy fills me up when visions of you emerge inside my fantasies and I then fail to distinguish reality from fantasy Your skin more transparent and soft than it might ever be under all real circumstances Your voice sweeter than a nightingale, like summer wind caressing my soul Your eyes more caring than […]
Read More EcstasyYou ever seen a fire flower in the bottom of the sea spreading its red-orange petals all over the sea bed giving warmth inside the weight of humidity and how the contrast of water and fire could match so good, at the same time being so annoyed by each other that a sort of electricity […]
Read More Fire flowerIn the reality of repetition you’ll see with the introduction of the manner, how repetition transforms from a repetitive monster into a fragile flower that travels with the wind. If you want to get rid of the repetition there is no other way but only to invent a different way. A differente manner. I have […]
Read More RepetitionRemember I did an attempt to create a collection of my illustrations and poems and short stories in the form of an ebook? After working two days without stopping, I managed to create the paperback version also. And I feel more complete than ever with my 28 years old. It is a collection, which practically […]
Read More “Moving Figures” available as paperback versionPoet’s Note: The only thing, which made me suffer so much, but in the same time grow as I never imagined before, was the time I spent alone – and this was most of my life. The little stream near the grape fields turns into a soft valley There once, tenderly, passed the water Now […]
Read More Crossing the grassI never cut myself the way I did right now and the water which is running through me, it never left such burning marks on my skin, the way it does right now the wrinkles on my face did never before look intense, just like right now and the heart never before screamed with such […]
Read More The FallPoet’s Note: Looks like I am working faster than death; I translated two poems into English in one day. Two fists behind a pair of eyes. The desire for the deepest breaths, the confirmation of life somewhere in the air. Sometimes the eyes will light up on that deepest breath. occasionally. Wake up from your […]
Read More ReturnPoet’s Note: Finally I come to translate into English the short poem I wrote about one year ago in Greek. I am not even aware of the number of poems I already have created and even less of the lack of translation of these poems into various languages. Well, hopefully before passing out, I will […]
Read More InsanityAll I wanted to say is that do not wait for death finding you the way you were imagining it would find you even when flirting with the last hours everything will spin the way it was spinning before without any tragedy, without any changes. Now the children are playing, screaming for that flying object […]
Read More The last hoursFrequently, the brain peels off like a fruit with multiple layers of skin, learns how to waste itself on eternal timelines, often without any specific topic. Like sparks of a moment, one will surpass the other thoughts inside the brain, without any rest. I don’t mean that we are the type of dancers who are […]
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