The redemptive poems
they are always short and sad.
Lover of pits
of laconic austerity.
I don't want explanations.
nor excessive ornaments,
weaken the poem
They kill the dream!
Don't try to kill me.
I have antibodies.
I'm not asking for much.
just to steal
the Ionian festival
from the time-worn medicine man
the bottle.
To travel in your memory
worthy child of emotion.
And to say;
Good day, sadness, I have defeated you.
I conquered the emerald beauty
of our islands...
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