Are you afraid of waking up?
of the world inside you
you are getting older,
the thought deepens
illuminates the darkness
old openings,
light-hearted desires
lips half open,
You are intoxicated by the flames.
but they won't let you
these gray clouds
on the shoulders.
Now he's in a bigger hurry
the evening
this time
where the leaves dance
their fall
and lower
the branches on the ground,
this time
multiply
the experiences.
.
Cracked walls
of loneliness
you keep folded
those letters
in the hands
they are holding back tears,
in the drawer
with the vain waits
black and white photos fade,
in the same drawer
they grow old unconceived
the times of love.
The hours are running out.
of nostalgia
whisper softly
in the foliage of the garden
the road cleared
of the large square
you turn your back,
you whistle, you sing softly,
you reconcile
the past is circulating
without noise
the memory is lashing
your lilies
in the gazebos,
you spell names
another way
to pronounce love,
Zoe,
The wind closed the window,
It's windy, it will pass.
You count the steps,
you count the lampposts
on the waterfront
don't forget anymore
in tears
of lost loves
don't let go
in the irony of yesterday,
time is not found
concentrated
on a clock
the sun doesn't
steps backwards,
and yes,
no longer needed
to teach the eyes
to see the truth.
Sterno shelter
the dilapidated house
at Spianada
the edge of the roof
they beg for destruction,
narrow cantonment,
the umbrella at the door
flashes of rain
on the pavement
lowered gaze,
the mind is insolent,
they define you
the coincidences
and your incompetence
to stand
in front of the mirror
Are you afraid of the old dreams?
is it still there
with a hidden wound
the nights are getting shorter,
the lilies of autumn
they bloomed
in the vertigo of memory.
Poetry collection
“Tomorrow, words will be salty”
Life of Diktao
Chania, October 2018
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