I was born in the eyelid of a god
I am flowing like a tear...
and I fall into the embrace of the earth...
It offers me the nectar of breath and breath.
Barefoot, on the dirt road of life I walk the path of fate
Pebbles of pain and joy, penetrate the heels to the tips of the fingers
I wish there was a magic map.
But I walk and even if I get lost in creation...
I navigate with a compass, Sparrows, seasons.
I walk... I feel a cool breeze in my footsteps
caressing my face, suddenly a storm of senses takes hold...
Then, an Angel with black wings appears from the canvas
and speaks to me... "Wear the Fragrance of life and go forward"
Giving me the kiss of the rain
I walk in the grove of the world...
With a heart sighing to the beat of a white bat.
Eyes clouded, wandering in thoughts...
What does the human mind seek every dawn?
A breath of Freedom screams in the modern century...
Mortal time travels on rails...
Life is a train on a journey,
window images for a beautiful tomorrow...
Moon desires... They weave spider webs...
Dreams of revolutionaries
elves, diving into waterfalls
Nightmares spring up from waves...
The moments of love look like rainbows.
Dragon fire, sun rays
they scatter melodies
The universe sounds like an oasis of magic...
I walk... While my feet burn...
I bend my knees as my gaze meets the temple and then in view
the Angel with black wings,
He tells me...
"Don't kneel before him."
Go inside...
The fairy tale comes alive when the heart believes. . . ”
Painter Apostolos Vakas
