Loss
The tears of heaven
are born
in one's eyes
silent sun,
silence is thirsty
for dialogue
with the face
of the gaze
of the ephemeral dreaming entity
A Sun
holds in his hands
a grey ring
giving to wear it
in the finger, the pain,
an untold one
lamentation of the soul
but who is pregnant
hope with golden wings
to fly carefree
above futility the
immovable body of…existence!
Poison
Bitter decoction
the pain of the soul
and a skeletonized one
moon
that beckons to solitude
the sad eyelids,
bitter bread
and the hidden nostos
of the return
of Odysseus
becomes cloth
ship
which sails
in the open
sea tears
a bloody truth….
Taste of death
on the lips of the sun
and as he dreams
the hunger...,
the thirst...
the habit of a rejection
very bitter
bitter
the glass
before the suns tears...
In the years that have come...
in the years that have passed...
in the summers
where we spent the night
on the forehead
of a naked night...
a hammock bitter
the taste of...disappointment! -
PETROS K VELOUDAS
PETROS KYRIAKOU VELOUDAS was born in
Agrinio, Etoloakarnania, in the year 1977, where he lives until today. He
studied humanities at the Hellenic Open University of Patras, department of
Greek Culture, He is a European ambassador of Greek poetry in Romania, an
immortal academic poet with a university seat at the world academy of poetry
and philology AMCL in Brazil. His poems have been translated into many
languages and he has received many international awards. of poetry, and his
poems are included in international poetry anthologies as well as in the great
encyclopedia of contemporary Greek writers Haris Patsis. He is a journalist in
the local press (collaborator of Machitis Agriniou newspaper), he is a member
of the INTERNATIONAL SOCIETY OF ARTISTS OF GREEK LITERATURE-DEEL,

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