Lines Of Absurdity 2. Poem by George Tzouvaras

Closed in silent offices, all embalm in front of screens,
We welcome every spirit of calmness,
We isolate the riots and with the persuasion of our capitalistic democracy, we survive.

Don't search to find hell in the books.

Hell is here, transformed in dancing bars, in seminars for restive spirits, in countryseat and in questions like 'what are we gonna eat today? '

To belong to this world its not just about your life. It's the adventure of a constant murder of your desires. There are those which gonna say 'its not everything around us beautiful but what can we do? '

I spent in the sand my exiguous strengths of childishness that remained.
Looking the dim full moon, waving at me to reach it with its scream.

I caress the sky with lines full of blood, in my nightmares I don't scream anymore. I sit and enjoy them with the stoical style of a suicidal man.

I am defeated thoroughly and totally.

In the day which just begins I exorcise my fears.

In the moment of horror everything turns out in red. Like blood. Like freedom. Like breath from hell.

Only in your love I can find peace....