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7ο Διεθνές Φεστιβάλ Ποίησης Πάτρας
Identities
In northern countries with round hills
and mist rising from the lakes
I was Greek.
In faraway...
Ground zero
The man walnut
was inhabiting in his shell
until the white and the yolk
dipped into a piece...
Labyrinth #2
My thread is tightened, its two ends stucked
inside my infinite dungeon’s bloody corridors.
I...