I longed for a little light.
so that I can walk through the difficult nights
that circulates endless pains
and they perfume the perfumes with the intoxicating scents of daffodils
I longed for a little light.
inheritance and bequest
high-flying desires
of invincible councils
A little light from the east, the sinful beds
the one that has been invested for years in sleeping Snow Whites
who wake up with kisses from crowned princes
and then virgins run barefoot
in flowerbeds of untended gardens,
canceling signatures that were engraved
in ephemeral contracts of betrayal.
In the middle of the sky
in the middle of nowhere
in the middle of infinity
at the altar of always
I longed for a little light.
to finally open a window
to share the crumbs of my soul
to satisfy the feeling of hunger
Souls are starving and emotions are being consumed
in snacks and quick meals
I longed for a little light like the Manna from heaven.
I had unexpected trips to make.
But there are also those times of purification
that I await the drops of a holy rain
To fall shamelessly, in a love-making mood
in the soul's silent stalagmites
These are also the moments of tectonic earthquakes
Where the magma of the soul is in complete confusion
but he obeys modestly and almost passively
to the rules and laws of man
My whole life is an Omonia Square.
8/5/2023
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