A poetic collection against the background of the Greek reality of the last decades!
In our big fights he doesn't talk much. He listens to my cries, my complaints, he accepts my attacks with patience. And when I calm down, we talk. Then I'm ready to listen to him. Because I know that no one loves me as much as myself. Why does he always hold a blank piece of paper... and leaves the paints in my hands...
Just listen to the silence
loneliness is an escape
when soul and reason
they call for a brief truce
before you fall off the cliff
to pull you into the void
to find that child
who had paints in his hands
colors for all moments
as long as someone gave it to him
blank paper, gift of life...
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