Unholy Moments
I'm killing time
looking at old ones
photos
You know the memory
it doesn't turn off
leaves her smudge
imprint on the paper
The image does not die
but oblivion
of the forgotten idol.
I'm making you dizzy
that I look down on
from the balcony
my time...
His shadow leans
on one's shoulder
cyclamen
not where I want
to know why
throng
but I like it
to think
maybe some music
it will relieve
my sleepy moment
Thought is a vehicle
that transports you
from place to place
from joy to sorrow
from time to quiet throne..
Will you leave us alone for a while?..
I have a secret
to go..to myself!..-
Distance
Distance from the eyes of the sun
Body painting wearing only the inspiration
of a dressed word and dancing drunk
in the time-consuming ones
hallucinations of the dream…
Distance, loneliness
from their window
letters of pain
Distant letters
Letters thrown away
on silent journeys
of your hidden quests
on the shipwrecked ships of the past...
Distance
joy forgotten
in the cupboards
of vigilant luck
Far away from the border
of the search for self…
Escape to distance
breath from today
With the same distance
he drowns in his tears…the ghost of ..hate
The Summer Sun
The summer sun
smiling soul
where his blond hair
fan in the hot
dream beach...
The summer sun
sweet nectar
from the shores of the sea
which in her eyes sets sail
a white boat of happiness
PETROS KYRIAKOU VELOUDAS
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