Αντίστροφη μέτρηση για το
7ο Διεθνές Φεστιβάλ Ποίησης Πάτρας
THE STONE
All alone descending from the vigil,
that road that is without light and hold’s us together.
And...
Τhe Language of Birds
There is nothing else but this flock of birds flying
Only this silk thread exists...
SELECTED MEMORY
In the dim light
of the almost full moon
the streets look paved shadows.
Forgotten are...