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To those who think that Greece does not matter today, let me say that they could not make a bigger mistake. Today, like old Greece, is of the utmost importance for anyone looking to find himself.
Henry Miller, 1891-1980, American author
He shone with all the calmness of the water and the skySaturday afternoon a sea of dark octopuses restless and light And a mountain stiff and rough All the voices of jackals and vultures in his wild breasts His skin smelled of smoked gunpowder and...
I said I'll steal medicine and fire Underground I'll walk Even if you're drowning it's because of overflowing love The rivers loved me But I drank Jordan with its purring light and its deep truths With me I always carry scissors and threads I embroider death...
Don't speak tonight, Esmeralda The rain of ages is too strong and your voice is drowned Don't speak tonight, Rosa It is impossible for your revolution to be born because our volcanoes suddenly activated and buried your odes Let me be silent with you, make the world powerless to...
You know how I am here Here on the mountain range of passion So as he wildly blows through our breasts his indomitable power Our breaths murmur at his touch Baby bears smile blissfully in their sleep Hyenas quench their thirst for...
It's not that the nights were filled with dreams It's that you always knew how to burn them to light up our loneliness But now habits have changed too They go down to the basements of the soul They fall into a permanent hibernation They hide our secrets well They drive us away...
Tonight I hear the glimmering of the white lighthouse of Saint George as he stands fearlessly in front of the treacherous dragon. Those roars I fainted on the eve of his feast in the rocks, the nests and the image of a city sleeping peacefully at their feet. Tonight you invade...
Oh! how musky the garden was cool that May evening! She walked carefree and inhaled all that beauty. Within her the sweet fruit of her nature had begun to ripen... she wanted to fall in love... she wanted to love... she wanted to live the meaning of life...
I fell on the small table, where he was drinking his afternoon tea... -Excuse me...I didn't notice you...I objected with a slightly shy tone.-Madam...is it possible for me and my small table to go so unnoticed ?...I heard his raspy voice...and I saw two...