Παρασκευή, 10 Αυγούστου 2007
A poet steals words from open windows
L... A drop.
L...A crystal drop.
L... A life.
Poetry never ends. With cruelty, it comes with wings of silver and henna, like a flash from a lost boat. It comes with the remains of the forgotten trees, comes as a magician pulling thunders out of our hearts. Simply, it walks in the rain with an umbrella made of a sun leaves; searching for a colour; a bright colour; a face: Your face!
A poet steals the words from the opened windows; just like a crow! Searching in chained circles for a drop, a crystal drop, a life.
L...Rain! L... Rain in us.
L....Many drops, L....many crystals.
L... A colour, L....all colours.
So we can live many lives!