it is only upon the order
of the old religious head
that the door shall be opened
so we waited patiently for hours
there is going to be a procession
to be done by the greek orthodox church
we waited for long until the old religious
man shouted at the photographer
as it is prohibited to make shots in this
holy place
the alien photographer cannot be outdone
he shouted too until the church got to noisy
until i doubted the solemnity of this
nativity.
until i got to question what is real from
hypocrisy....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem