Kiki Materi Poems

here is like winter-
here some blooming willows
down in the foothills
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Penguins in circle
In the middle of winter
Absent from big hugs
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Oh sweet sweet air
in the tops of the trees
you're lying
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The broken branches
in the middle of the spring
drop some wet white tears
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Among the garden
a gardenia in the pot
lightening the night
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The moment is breeze
whispered secrets of the now
touch gentle the time
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Shining like our windows
Our eyes almost can smell
Glasses studs and a pair of plates
Lemons and field flowers
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Γεννήθηκε μίαν αλήθεια σε μία κουβέντα
Τεμαχίστηκε γοργά και είχε γεύση μέντα
Έλεγε η αλήθεια πως φίλος δεν υπάρχει
Και πως η κάθε κουβέντα αισθητικής μάχη
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Ξυρίζει ο αγέρας
Κορφές πενθιμων κυπαρισσιών
Λυγάνε ευλαβικά
Ζούνε ακόμα σε αυλές νεκροταφεία
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My dreams have been foredoomed then
My thinks stucked in a wry mazeroom
My wings melted under the sun
Only hopes were thrown around me
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