Sakis Athanasiadis - Another Way Poem by sakis athanasiadis Grecce

A SMALL BREAKFAST

Now that the sun is not prohibited
I'll go on the road
Flying grief
In bins
Passing small or large shadows
Unused voices, bodies..
I will break the teeth of silence
Reading again and again
All my poems
I scattered
On the road.

THE STONE GARDENS

I looked from the hill
Wrinkles of the city
Smelly breath
Need.
Shelve
Narrow streets
Evening
Blue Lights
Closed windows
Solitude.
Stop by the roadside
Throw together words
And I keep wandering.

PROSFYGAS

Road paved with the lives
Freedom
And the story forever red
In my land.
In the quiet of the mountain
Catch word for today
Sycamores and oaks
To caress the sky
The skin is painted green.
From here I come
Here among you
With little Vardaris eyes
With poems.


GREEN DAYS VAMENES

I put a little green in the memory
And walking in the street
My days all
Here are steps
But you run
In the city to hide her body.
I fill my pages
Hope, anger, flowers
And other paraphernalia of poets
In looking
Like mother
As a lover
San...


THE JOURNEY OF LOVE

Hunters early morning on the Plain
Birds and sun
And instead of praying
Drank raki
Taking power
From the eyes of black Seter
Where you say at night you spoke
Of Irma.
People end
And cigarettes muttering
Winters
So rich was never
It picked up your sweat
In jars
Neither insomnia your investment
In stock.
Suddenly, wrapped in silence
Sheet covered him at the time
Good trip in big way
Father?
The DROMEAS

On board the flight
Comes the time
Loaded voices
Comes Pain
From the meeting.
The waves looking for the top
And the blue sky
Hello to a seagull
And all pray
The boat you can find
Port without pirates
The path of human
To walk.
Do sleeps your dreams
In white linen
Between chaos and eternal light
Suspended.
It hangs my voice
On the balcony you
My words dried
It brings back his Vardaris
And if you embrace your fear
Shouts pain and pleasure
You betray the union.


The gang APOGEFMATOS

Photos
Stones that drove fear
Shout children
To fill the room.
In the afternoon gangs
I will go again
Pitfalls on the road to setup
Pitfalls in the pants of your loneliness
The atsalakota.


THE DRESS OF THE DREAM

Empty stage
Paper love
Winter location
Dream dress
From a poem let out.
With their backs against the wall
Weather chasing
With hands in pockets
And voice without sound
One evening will be stuck in a row.
When I get close to end
When I say quietly: Upcoming
When I get the dress back
And I ask both eyes with light.


AGIES NIGHTS IN ST PETRO

I come to pick up colors in my land
Love songs
Soil.
The trees in my neighborhood
The burned winter people
The fear now smudge
The little white house of his father.
Exposed to water the voices of friends
Grow Short
Shrink yourself scorpion
And I travel back to the silence of the city.


ONE NIGHT IN BAR

Smoke like a morning mist
Cigarettes with red eyes
Caress the body of darkness
Corsairs aboard loneliness.
Ask an immigrant as an identity
And all pray to hide
The long night.


AT NIGHT

Stars that detached
From the sky
Shining in your eyes
The slaked my voice to follow
Rid the closing eyelids.
Your lips
A well promises
I want to pull dreams
Washed.
At the end of the concert
Only a great night dancing
And my soul.
As the hunt
The car lights
I hide in the dark.


THE BLACK CLOTHES OF POETS

Let me hide
The black clothes the soul
It scared the road
Stance scared
Thee
Who got it in your hands
Dreams and slept.
In my black clothes
White soul walks
New lights approaching
Always loved
The white colors, the stars.


Paeonian

From the silence with a few words
We climb the hill Spring
Drinking with green eyes
Endless Light.
You pick up some red dirt
The blood of history
And wind.
From the secrets of the Axios
In the back of a trunk
I'll get to the sea
Amid the Aegean to strew
The smells of my country.



AS TO THE LIGHT sleeping

The blue eyes swam
In embracing like a mother
As he heard the voices of seagulls
Who talked about travel.
Drank water with eyes
With the body sun
And looking colors on the sandy
To clothe the country.
When the light died
He lit a match
Melting in the dark
The wind began to smell
Freedom
As we watched the lights of a lighthouse
Playing with stars.


You and I

A warm Sunday
Loneliness will be flooded
Town
Silence thousand souls.
It'll be wet kids
From the waters of dismissal
Embraced with gifts
Their manufacturer
And much winter in the pockets.
You will grab names
I damaged eyes
The cheapest material
Of 'culture'.
You and I
In languages ​ ​ unknown
Towns Red
In dreams.


Wish

A miss sunshine
The river
Thee
Craving a cloud alum
Begin again.
I see red fills the pages
Words that gave birth to the silence
The dressed as poems
But I fear
Why even hanker
With bare feet
To dance in the rain.


WITH THE ANGEL EYES

Opens all doors
Salty wind blows
License lap-bad season
A train leaves
He takes with him all the defeats
Smudge smoke my pages.
As the noise of the engine off
I think the lights have
In your face
These people call eyes.
Sometimes I wonder
Why were angels on earth
Who knows?
Perhaps to suck
Freedom poets
And to spread restless dreams
So it grew revolutions?


TO GRANDMOTHER MARIKA

I remember the red cheeks
The black clothes pain
The smuggled cigarettes smoked
Kicking away the memory.
With the lost homeland
Slept hug
With those I grew up
Having always turned their eyes
At sunrise.
We smoke till late hours
And I drink all the memories
Overnight.
I see you already have as well dawns
Again whiting
Be looking for fertile soil
In the fields of God.


IN EFI

As I walk on my lips
In your body
My breasts are filled
Colors, smells, travel.
Transformed into a child.
The beauty of your
He has the smile of flowers.
Greens in your eyes
Walking times
Dressed celebration
Within your arms
I want to fall
And if you do not drown
We baptized poet
From the long journey.


TRAVELERS

To walk through time
With warm eyes
Body and soul to smell love
It's endless journey of love
As they say...
Read the voices of the wind
The smile of the sun
Lines of silver planes
Chasing the sky
Your name
This is when my soul
Swims in a sea
Who wash gold lights.
It's endless journey of love
As they say...


NEW LIFE

I stretch my roots
Deep earth
Become thread
Winds of opportunity
Not to throw
White dove, my boy.
My hands look like twigs
Full of leaves
All around me talking
For the sun is born
For the sweet mother
Set in lulls.


TO MY LITTLE BOY

My eyes filled with colors
The fire of love as I got
And travel.
What sun gave birth not know
Or the gods what palace escaped
Powerful lights melting the darkness
Your eyes
Sea, sky
The good mornings me.


A LITTLE SUN

When you hold in your hands
A little sunshine
Do not fear the small clouds
Grab handfuls of light
Feel the hearts not flourished.
Paid leave days with the silence
Send it again and again
A prayer to heaven
When you hold in your hands
A little sunshine
Nothing is bigger.


TO MY LITTLE Moon

In short nights you sleep
Our eyes dripping prayers
In this journey of love
Be thou the flower of the orient us.
While sleeping in warm embrace
And we hear the whispers
I'd like to 'know how your brew
A little sun to play
They opened the doors of the heart
We will walk the path
With the butterflies?



IT IS BETTER TO EARN

In the smile of the night
Everything is yesterday
On the river
New scents
It will bring back the wind.
Digging the sand with his hands
Bury defeats
Those can
Others drown in the Axios
Muttering every now
To believe:
'It's better to win.'
Voices come and find
Women make parade
Ahead of you
Before baptism dismissal
In the rapids.


ATELEIOTES ANATOLES

A little green will steal
With eyes
In the river will trawl memories
Fragrance of the players will gather
We 've in my hands
A north wind of freedom.
With the barber, Europe
For flag-smuggling
We put out colors on the street
The hidden light.
And when cities are deserted
We get
Few aromas from my land
We distribute and history.


FEW DROPS SPRING

Memories flew to the floor
Shouting every so often:
'Take a chance and drink
drink my body
and even if you are thirsty
wetting your lips
with my voice. '
And your god
God
My own god
I washed the soul
Gave me perfume
And a command: 'Deal the'.
Neglected in front of you
Free
Opening gifts
But you do not see them
And so I kept my
To distribute elsewhere
In a cold soul
After the winter they say
How come always spring.


INDUSTRY OF DREAMS

Fabricate loves
Where there is love
I long for his voice to grab
Holy power of love.
In my secret laboratory
Shrink trickle-trickle words
Diminishes the god
And I make poems.


THE BAPTISM

The Sundays of loneliness
On the shores of your youth
In lead
Travelling with eyes on the horizon
Speak to Psaropoula
Who freely love praise.
Again washed
In the rushing waters of the Axios
Again come
In a sea of ​ ​ people
And dive.
Like a prayer
Lift up your eyes
Travelling
And from the path to yesterday
Comes new
Wake up with sweet nothings poem
Sleeping in the cold water
Axios
Ask to speak colors.


RED AS A LIFE

With a wine Xynomavro
You turn on the flesh
Freedom of memories
You throw away
It melts the death
On foot.
The deep red
You dip your eyes
Filling my glass
Hope
To drink, sip-sip
Travelling through time
As a thirsty hunter
Looking to the god of love.


TO WOMAN WITH WHITE SKIN

Through the night, sounds, colors
I'll come to your body
Nights will ask for dismissal
Red, white dreams.
'll Stick according vowels
In your mind
Dead words on your lips
Old loves your eyes.
With the flag of love in his hand
Again on the road with daisies
will send
Do you find yourself
And me, the poet.


NAKED AREA

Love will pay
On the nights
You speak softly
The eyes will close
You yell absent.
Closed windows
You steal lunch
In a screen talk
Yourself
Kisses from you in you
Quiet days.
In cities with cops
About love and loneliness
In cities like painted courtesans
How many breaths here I have left?



SMILE AND SCHOOL TOUR

Slipped poems
His eyes on the floor
Warm eyes
Hiding.
There will always be a way
To travel
Pass in grief
With sun, blue sky
To say I got here
Be baptized Road
At the new maritime
Become boat
Closing my wounds
With sun, salt, love.


COLLECTIONS

I'll put your picture
In the basket of rare finds
Be on notice
When I close my eyes
Among the loopholes and asphodels
Yelling around love.
So perhaps in recognition
When slapping death
Or when blowing away
Dust doctrines
It tears the black clothes of the dispute.


WALK

The woman:
Words missed
Skin sores
I wipe the dust of love
Abort.
Forms Husky ironically
Dancers in the Dark
I open the light
Drive away the spirits.
The flesh is burning
I am a woman cry
From the open window
The wind brings a hand
In my hair, caress you.
Burn the light and dream...
The man:
I saw you thrown to the need
Falls
Fear watered my eyes.
I became a child to meet you
It rained the words
Burrow into beams of light
And sneak in your body
But you did not know
Or did you not ever.


Shipwrecks

I look at the wooden floor
A bunch of eyes
Tilts naked in the night
Persons age who
Burned by cigarettes
On the walls I see the time
Dying yellow
Sometimes music does not bring
Love.
I said to cry
Eat poems
Listen to the music of the eye
Wash with laughter.
Said...