nefeli-dikaiou
Greek
..I was born in the heart of winter and since then i live in the heart of winter with a summer heart of my own.... / ...I spent my childhood in a big island - krete- and i still live my life like an island.... / ....Ilive with the gifts that nature, God,life gave me...gifts from the Art planet taken.......one of them is poetry...
A man,
never
become
empty,..
............
...that emptiness
is just, the pain of the soul.
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 8:49 AM UTC
To her,
who resembles
the forest,
to her,
who dressed up
for the party
with tales from the Vienna woods.
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 10:45 AM UTC
Here,
under the shadow
of the big rock,
the end of the route.
Here,
where the defense
seems impossible,
defeat turns into a raining pleasure.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 10:26 PM UTC
...time night
small sleep
alive eyes
sunny shadows
and stars light
painted skin with warm jasmine air,
like cool blue love.....
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 11:14 PM UTC
Noisy thoughts
come near,
quiet fear
focus on waste needs.
Feb 20, 2010
Feb 20, 2010 at 10:31 PM UTC
They told me that i'm a thing,
so i become a thing
and now they pay
a thousand dollars,
for a kiss from me,
while vicious collectors
pay fifty sents
for my soul.
I like jokes
but they told me
that i look like one
and now i don't want
to see anyone.
Well,
i become
what you wished
but now i'm a broken
money machine.
Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 10:19 AM UTC
Sailing back,
with your love in my eyes,
in the mornihg light
out of the chaos,
i came in a place of my own....
Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 10:07 AM UTC
That's poetry,
the rhythm of the soul
to express
its sorrow or joy,
to express its sense of world,.....
so the breath of the spirit within a poem,
helps me to follow
the breath of the spirit
within me....
Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 10:01 AM UTC
So....the empty long distance
of time,
regains rhythm
and aim
when our spirit and soul paint....so,...
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 9:33 PM UTC