sakis athanasiadis Grecce

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Somewhere far in Aegean the map
The loneliness of winter in the hedge you
Will speak to her and hear dumb
...

Gifts
(The road of love)

Run... in the way of love again run
...

A SMALL BREAKFAST

Now that the sun is not prohibited
I'll go on the road
...

NOTHING I hear?

I read your words on screen:
'Your poems are death and life
...

When you do not sleep at night
Turn back the time
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With a Vespa in Prespa

ou said to me we go interruptions
the heat to us it will eat
...

The children of Stone

Your secrets you know they have
With code in machine
...

Europeans the City

When they stopped above
From the hill that sleeps
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In the end of street in 'cardboard
Sleeps Paris and Helen is cold
In his body has instead of sheet
Newspaper but the cold bites
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In my dream some evening
Blew air possible my
Everywhere street dark
But i asks little light
...

I stay up again alone in the river
I will be struck inof fable me the net you
I will shout in order to you come out from the fog
As the fairy in the full moon
...

Reasons in bardari
I send again to say to you
Only in the travel
Lives for always the moment
...

I will stretch out the all charts in the table
The door of your dream I find
I will leave the radio to play
Find in the music code
...

If you want to come as the shipwreck
You learn that has also the sea voice
Yellow sand in the light the Saint
Do not cover you light blue in the moment
...

A late mail
Somewhere in nowhere
We read hidden
Before I write
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Wetted earth when
I smell I have perfumes in the mind
From the mum of ground the body
From the games of naked
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In a holiday of brain
I opened the basket with the lies
And heard the doors speak
Red saw the flags
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The shield when you throw
It is in the enemy sign
From the walls it passes
Make you again slave
...

I close windows and leave
Light every openly
Do not pass in the night
Her partisan in concealed
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When the wind removes a cry
The black the rain long and it turns away
It has finishes for always the possession
In the earth of gods and in my soul
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sakis athanasiadis Grecce Biography

Sakis Athanasiadis was born in 1965 in Saint Peter of Jharkhand and after high school he went to Athens chasing a place in Greek letters. From a very young began to publish poems in various forms and in the 22 years he released his first poetry collection. The very close relationship with the Greek province is the main source of inspiration and this may be owing to that from the banks of the Vardar River was found by small to swim in the rivers anonymous Athens. The prosaic and poetic work has distance honors, while other forms of publishing the work of his poems are widely anthologized.)

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The Iron Birds

Somewhere far in Aegean the map
The loneliness of winter in the hedge you
Will speak to her and hear dumb

A voice from the sun that
The iron birds they will again have party
Smoke in the light blue morning

R
Thousand times you said I will leave
As Digenis I do not remain in little
With a kiss hung if I remain
You will forget me, you will be forgotten

Thousand times you said goodbye
But it cannot you reach boat
Time asks thinking

Somewhere far homeland the hedge
Te loneliness of winter that
You will speak and you will hear rain
Cop.2012 Sakis Athanasiadi
http: //athanasiadissakis.blogspot.com/

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sakis athanasiadis Grecce 06 October 2015

The ruined castle of heroes Sakis Athanasiadis

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sakis athanasiadis Grecce 06 October 2015

The ruined castle of heroes Enthusiasts warriors In the ruined castle of heroes Freskontymenoi with darkness Do they fight with light Blacks from the blood of the innocent Blood running in the river of heroes Bathed the immortal gods What exists here It is the hunger for bread country Are stones throw bourgeois In the body of the sick To revel in the pain of immortality Enthusiasts warriors In the ruined castle of heroes Do they fight with light What exists here It is darkness wrapped with gold A scam that ends before it starts life Where the bourgeois named creation Every Good Friday Grows ashes in soul And this ash stays there For days, for months, for years, for life Mountain that hides the sun not to laugh, to be afraid Why fear nourishes hatred And I must hate anything different To exist in the silence of the innocent What exists here Is spring crying Any refusal is death tells you In the herd unless you enter Warrior What exists here It is the chariot of extras The number of aces, special Simply malakismenon of the popular children They spit eyes of history Do not find the truth in the soil And free light Sakis Athanasiadis book: the ruined castle of heroes-2015

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