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Throw a pebble on the water and let it jump three times.
Bring her a flower, not a dozen of roses.
A living flower, a cyclamen rooted deeply in warm soil,
just place it on her window,
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Smile to me the land is green,
cherry blossoms, mandarin,
the greatest things are to be seen,
come and hold me be my queen.
...

Whisper to me a song goodnight
and place me in your hug
the hug that has the limit of starry skies.
I don’t mind that you have muddy wings
...

We are all tiny pebbles
at the end of the beach,
next to the rocks
where the wave angrily splashes.
...

The sky was blue and it was night,
The road was full of cars
wandering like crazy glow worms.
She was standing right in the middle of the street,
...

Thursday evening
11: 45 the time is now,
just got back
from my painting class...
...

I was never a princess,
but in my dreams
I travelled through golden skies
and slept on feather clouds.
...

It’s been a while ago,
that my path was
filled with silent sorrow.
Blocked all the joy,
...

If I was a good painter I would draw the air
I have stopped weeping now and scribbling my dreams.
Someone told me a story, it was about his dogs
they were locked in cages in his big green garden for half a day.
...

I am trying to write something about you
that does not sound like a cheap pop song,
what is more popular though
than being alone!
...

I had a tattoo with your name
on the skin surface,
between my thumb
and my forefinger vein,
...

You know these types of love
that are like teenage dreams
filled with pink ink hearts,
on a school notebook,
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All alone like a tiny stone
who can see this part of me?
All I have been until this dawn.
is a little tree- great and green promised to be.
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It’ s time to sleep,
Fall in the nest of broken sorrows
Don’t come back home,
Don’t bring your abusing footsteps
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Wet eyes,
but no tear on this youthful part of skin,
the part where tears go, when they drop.
The taxi driver said: baby, you look so young,
...

There were three,
cancer beds
on the old house
with the grey crumbled walls.
...

danae kavouridi Biography

My name is Danae, I live in Athens, Greece and I work as a psychologist in a Dementia day care centre. I write since my teenage years. The last seven years I wrote Poetry and short stories, even blogs. I have lots of inspiration but my personal time is around two hours a day. I am a working single mother. My first readings and inspirations were many. I will always distinguish Gabriel Garcia Marquez as my favourite writer also Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Herman Hesse and many others. As for poets, Pablo Neruda, Federico Garcia Lorca, Vladimir Mayakovski and many Greek poets such as Yiannis Ritsos and Tasos Leivaditis (my favourite) .)

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Romance

Throw a pebble on the water and let it jump three times.
Bring her a flower, not a dozen of roses.
A living flower, a cyclamen rooted deeply in warm soil,
just place it on her window,
write her a poem, a song
draw her face or the line of her back
It doesn’t matter if it’s beautiful
It sure will be, if you do it.
Make her a meal,
not a fancy dinner with expensive wine,
only a bowl of soup when she has the flu.
Don’t fall on your knees
and pop that ‘’foolish’’ question,
with a very proud diamond ring.
Spend your money on a road trip to nowhere
Just you, her, cigarettes and wine.
Don’t tell her she’s pretty
when she’s lost weight,
just notice when she changes her hair
It means she changed her moods.
Be a man, not a scared little boy
when times get tough,
and stand for a second by her side
don’t say anything…
Just be there.
Don’t show her the full moon
and say how beautiful it is,
just say “I don’t like the full moon
because it hides all the stars….”

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