sakis athanasiadis Grecce Poems

Somewhere far in Aegean the map
The loneliness of winter in the hedge you
Will speak to her and hear dumb
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NOTHING I hear?

I read your words on screen:
'Your poems are death and life
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With a Vespa in Prespa

ou said to me we go interruptions
the heat to us it will eat
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Europeans the City

When they stopped above
From the hill that sleeps
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In the end of street in 'cardboard
Sleeps Paris and Helen is cold
In his body has instead of sheet
Newspaper but the cold bites
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In my dream some evening
Blew air possible my
Everywhere street dark
But i asks little light
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I stay up again alone in the river
I will be struck inof fable me the net you
I will shout in order to you come out from the fog
As the fairy in the full moon
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Reasons in bardari
I send again to say to you
Only in the travel
Lives for always the moment
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I will stretch out the all charts in the table
The door of your dream I find
I will leave the radio to play
Find in the music code
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If you want to come as the shipwreck
You learn that has also the sea voice
Yellow sand in the light the Saint
Do not cover you light blue in the moment
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