Scythian with the sickle
You were reaping the wheat of heaven
You milked in your hand
The rain from the cloud
You were cool with her.
Kissed by the sun
Your lips
On the millstones of prayer
Handful of flour
The wheat
Thirsty flour
He sipped greedily.
The crystal clear spring water
To shape his body
The wish was made with yeast
Hammer your hands
They struggled with the leaven
Exhausted
In the embrace of the painter
It was swelling in the dream.
Dry branches
Remnants of sharp teeth
Longhorn Goat
They were flirting.
In the flame of a red-hot
Fournou
Like waking up at dawn
Musky loaves
They were pinking.
In his furnace
The sweet bread of Xomachos
Song
Of a blessed harvest
He danced the plain
Full of golden ears of corn
From divine mating
Of the flame of the Sun
With the eternal desire of the Earth
Sprout of life
To the goddess Demeter
The immaculate womb
They were rocking.
In the Blow of the Wind
In the shade of the old oak tree
Where Jason hung himself
The golden fleece
The checkered towel was spread out.
At lunchtime
Touloumis cheese
Flirt
With the blushing
From the fire of summer
Tomato - Ντομάτα
To cool its saltiness
From the hall the olives
They lay down in the coolness of the cucumber
The aroma of freshly baked bread
Leaning on all fours of the horizon
Points
To extend a hand to the hungry
To take his own bite
With the fragrance of freshly harvested
Ears of corn
To dance at the festival of the palate
The wine frozen in the well
Milked by Dionysus
The Christmas tree
It cooled the lips.
Sweeten the kiss
They arm the soul
The neighing of the horse
In the mare's estrus
Go, spread your wings to love.
On Heavenly Paths
Of a secret pleasure
The girl's lemon-like breasts
They couldn't bear the sigh
Of their own desire
In the serene melody of Peace
Love embraced Love
Joy was dancing Joy
Cupid kissed Cupid on the lips.
photo Greek News FL
