Coming scattered and go
like anarchy anarchic colonies beekeeper
They go and come of the Virgin of land untouched
years from birth that I was to cuddle
They go and get her arms, consoling with
I cry like rain, which failed to rain
Coming scattered and boring
like honey in my thirsty sun, like an embrace of thorns
hatred like that in the end he loved
as wounding love me, loved me more
I come close to the crown of thorns
a god who did not believe, so I loved the vast
I come into the abyss and smile
for it to Eden flying...
Α Ν Α Ρ Χ Α Μ Ε Λ Ι Σ Σ Ι Α
'Ε ρ χ ο ν τ α ι τ α δ ι ά σ π α ρ τ α κ 'π ε ρ ν ο ύ ν
σ α ν ά ν α ρ χ α μ ε λ ί σ σ ι α ά ν α ρ χ ο υ μ ε λ ι σ σ ο κ ό μ ο υ
Π ε ρ ν ο ύ ν κ 'έ ρ χ ο ν τ α ι τ η ς π α ν α γ ι ά ς γ η ς τ 'α ν έ γ γ ι χ τ α
π ο υ α π ό χ ρ ό ν ο υ γ έ ν ν η σ η ς έ ν ι ω σ α ν 'α γ κ α λ ι ά ζ ω
Π ε ρ ν ο ύ ν κ 'μ ε π α ί ρ ν ο υ ν α γ κ α λ ι ά , π α ρ η γ ο ρ ώ ν τ α ς μ ε
Κ λ α ί ω σ α ν β ρ ο χ ή , π ο υ δ ε ν κ α τ ά φ ε ρ ε ν α β ρ έ ξ ε ι
'Ε ρ χ ο ν τ α ι τ α δ ι ά σ π α ρ τ α κ 'μ ε τ ρ υ π ο ύ ν
σ α ν μ έ λ ι π ο υ τ ο ν ή λ ι ο μ ο υ δ ί ψ α σ ε , σ α ν α γ κ α λ ι ά μ 'α γ κ ά θ ι α
σ α ν μ ί σ ο ς π ο υ σ τ ο τ έ λ ο ς α γ ά π η σ ε
σ α ν α γ ά π η π ο υ π λ η γ ώ ν ο ν τ α ς μ ε , π ι ο π ο λ ύ μ 'α γ ά π η σ ε
'Ε ρ χ ο μ α ι κ ο ν τ α σ τ 'α γ κ ά θ ι ν α σ τ ε φ ά ν ι α
ε ν ό ς θ ε ο ύ π ο υ δ ε ν π ί σ τ ε ψ α , γ ι 'α υ τ ό α π έ ρ α ν τ α τ ο ν λ ά τ ρ ε ψ α
'Ε ρ χ ο μ α ι σ τ η ν ά β υ σ σ ο κ 'χ α μ ο γ ε λ ά ω
γ ι 'α υ τ ό π ρ ο ς τ η ν ε δ έ μ π ε τ ά ω ...
4.10.2010
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