You emerged from the Gate
Of a lost world
You stopped at the pavement.
Your beauty
Kiss in love
Colorful Ageratum of Dew
Methexi
May flowers
It spread everywhere
Your steps
To the rhythm of a voluptuous body
Hammer on asphalt
They were playing the hymn of your coming
A sweet dripping voice
Bird that flew
From your shapely lips
Hidden in curly black foliage
Ask
With the chirping of the Nightingale
Είναι εδώ;
Yes yes here it is
The desire was answered.
You took the throne.
The one that belongs to you
Your glow, the dawn of the evening
He didn't let the night sleep.
The Moon
From the flame of your bowels
It greedily sucked its light
Mother of the Golden Sun
Seducer of unreasonable silence
Mesouraneses
At the peak of a beautiful world
Longing to be initiated into its sanctuaries
You descended with reverence.
The stairs of anticipation
Of another sweet-desired evening
Photo By Copy of Praxiteles; restorer: Ippolito Buzzi (Italian, 1562–1634) – Marie-Lan Nguyen (September 2009), Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1343576, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/




























