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Panos Ambelas Feb 2016
It has four walls
and two windows,
but it's pretty,
even if it's dark.

It has one table
and two chairs.
It looks full,
even it's empty.

It has no floor,
or pretty plates,
but only dust,
painted with blood.

How many people died
and how many pained?
But they builded a beautiful house,
even if it's forgotten.

Something inside me tells me to stay,
to open the windows,
the sun to see it,
May Day to smell.
May Day
Panos Ambelas Feb 2016
I am talking next to that window
and I still smell that wind in the room.
You were standing there.
You were the truth of life.

Do you remember?

Sounds were coming into the room like hungry animals,
our bodies crushed together suddenly....

We were searching to find our selfs,
we were searching each other...
But those voices from outside
were too loud...
They were telling us their secrets.
The trees behing the fench
were coming together for a hug.
Do you remember the flower in your hand
which gone away with one kiss.

If you were real
for you I am talking
next to that window.
I am talking for something that I love.
These words are not for others,
there are for you,
because I want you and I am looking for you
like the moon searches for the sun.
I feel your touch
and I collect your dreams
which you left behind.

The flowers know
the way you kiss,
the way you walk
and the way you think,
for life.

All the day you were my sun.
All the night you were my moon
which shines in my dark night.

Your love was the guide
for my ship
in an unknown sea.
Do you see now the window
which is closing from the strong wind.
It's closing.

You do not belong in this world.
Maybe you are something ideal,
something magical.
I am talking to you
but you don't answer.

I say to you that...

The day has comed.
I am watching you again next to that window,
I am holding your hand against the strong wind.

No...

You are my love
and I will be still loving you
even in the rain, the snow, the dirt,
in every difficulty of life.
Your love is my hope.

Hold the window for a little more time open
because the sky wants to see
the people's miracle,
the love.
And I want to show you
something I got for you.

Do you see in that sparkle star
in this dark night.
There is where I hide my love for you,
because there my love will be forever.
From every place we will have the oppurtunity
to see our love.

And if we will be away from each other
we will laugh for the things
they passed
and we will cry for the things
they will come without us together.
To Dimitra Biniou for the first review
Panos Ambelas Feb 2016
Dry eyes from the strong wind,
chapped lips from the thirst,
sweaty body from running,
Full hands with one sleeping child
who dreamed people,
who only love each other.
Scratched legs
and thinking full of agony
for who is going to chase him again.

— The End —