Αντίστροφη μέτρηση για το
7ο Διεθνές Φεστιβάλ Ποίησης Πάτρας
When You Come
When you come
I will stifle the lights and the hours
leave only a mauve aura
illuminating...
Your long fine fingers rest on your thigh
And your gaze roams around the room
Lost is the pebble you...
MY ATLANTIC STATΕ
I said to him, Sea-Parrot,
navigator, up to the arctic you were going, poor you, transoceanic...