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Kostas Vasilakos

Wilderness

Wilderness

Yesterday I was alone again. Outside, the desolation froze hearts. I put on my coat and went out into the street. I wanted to clothe the loneliness of the world with my presence. photo by jplenio, https://pixabay.com...

Bouquet

Bouquet

And if you have spent all the springtime I have given you, do not fear loneliness and rain. I will decorate the winters you left me with cyclamen and sun, to give a gift to your feast of the heart, a bouquet of life. The footsteps of the sea The footsteps of the sea arrive...

A flower is born

A flower is born

How did this road suddenly become so narrow and the passage to the sky become a dead end? A dried-up lake with birds digging for water and two desperate rivers running to hide. Train wrecks on the melted tracks of the sun and words ignored in...

White dreams

White dreams

At night, dreams are white so that the subconscious is not lost when it emerges to the surface of the mind. When the sun rises, only a few of them become doves that carry rays of light in their beaks to the memory and love to the heart. Most are snow...

The thorn

The thorn

For years I cultivated a thorn sown by the pain of the wind. I hoped a flower would bloom in the white of angels, for desires to roam in heaven. I wanted a red of dusk, for songs to dance in the fire. But it was the purple that pierced me and...

Kostas Vasilakos was born and lives permanently in Polydendri, Attica. He studied Economics and Business Administration at the University of Piraeus. He studied Group Psychology and Human Resource Management. He worked in the private sector for more than thirty-five years in managerial positions. He is a member of the Society of Greek Writers (E.EL.) and the Panhellenic Union of Writers (P.E.L.). His poems were awarded at the NOSSIDE World Competition, at the Panhellenic Literary Competition of P.E.L., at the Delphi poetry competitions of the Panhellenic Union of Writers (P.E.L.), at the Hellenic Cypriot Cultural Association of Greece (E.P.O.K.). and in the Amphictyonia of Hellenism. Also, his poetry collection "Runaway Words" was honored by the Society of Greek Writers (E.EL.) with the Markos Avgeris prize and the poetry collection "Between Two Moments" was honored by the EPOK with the prize book of the year 2017. His published works: "Thoughts fragments" (poetry, published by Anemos Edtotiki, 2012), "Peri-Diavaionontas" (short stories, published by Angelaki, 2013), "Runaway words" (poetry, published by Anemos Publishing House, 2015). "Between Two Moments" (poetry, ed. Sokolis, 2017), "O of the Oceans" (poetry, ed. Sokolis, 2019), "The Left Half of Ita" (poetry, ed. Angelaki, 2021), " Caught by the hand" (Bilingual Greek-French edition, poetry, ed. Angelaki, 2023), "Orange peels" (poetry, ed. Liotrivi-Panagiota G. Sarafi, 2023), "In the shadow of the foliage of the next century" (novel, published by Liotrivi-Panagiota G. Sarafi, 2024).

Kostas Vasilakos

Wilderness

Wilderness

Yesterday I was alone again. Outside, the desolation froze hearts. I put on my coat and went out into the street. I wanted to clothe the loneliness of the world with my presence. photo by jplenio, https://pixabay.com...

Bouquet

Bouquet

And if you have spent all the springtime I have given you, do not fear loneliness and rain. I will decorate the winters you left me with cyclamen and sun, to give a gift to your feast of the heart, a bouquet of life. The footsteps of the sea The footsteps of the sea arrive...

A flower is born

A flower is born

How did this road suddenly become so narrow and the passage to the sky become a dead end? A dried-up lake with birds digging for water and two desperate rivers running to hide. Train wrecks on the melted tracks of the sun and words ignored in...

White dreams

White dreams

At night, dreams are white so that the subconscious is not lost when it emerges to the surface of the mind. When the sun rises, only a few of them become doves that carry rays of light in their beaks to the memory and love to the heart. Most are snow...

The thorn

The thorn

For years I cultivated a thorn sown by the pain of the wind. I hoped a flower would bloom in the white of angels, for desires to roam in heaven. I wanted a red of dusk, for songs to dance in the fire. But it was the purple that pierced me and...

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