Comments about Giorgio Venetopoulos
Six empty shells
A blinding sun had turned her stare askance;
he walked the distance to converge his fate,
a swirling, laughing wind began to dance
and jokingly their lives to desecrate.
Replacing the six empty shells he turned
and saw her worried glance beyond the blooms,
that innocent embellished unconcerned
the reckless, smiling braves aside their tombs.