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1.7k · Feb 2016
The Refugee
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.
1.0k · Feb 2016
Meine Hübße Frau
Panos Ambelas Feb 2016
O hübße Frau
mit deinem grünen Kleid
was ist deine Name?
Ich denke dir
wenn die Sohne aufgeht
Schimmernd auf dem Meer.
Ich denke dir
wenn die Nachtigallen singen in den Morgen.

Ich denke dir
wenn ich bin auf fernen Straßen
nur deine Schönheit hält mich Unternehmens.
Bei Einbruch der Dunkelheit
der Mond sagt mir deine Geschichte.
Ich bin deiner reisender.

Ich fühle deine Berührung.
Die Welle steigt.
Es gibt keine Ruhe in unser Welt.

Ich bin immer bei dir.
Du bist meine Sohne und mein Mond.
O hübße Frau
mit deinem grünen Kleid
was ist deine Name?
Ich denke dir...
630 · Mar 2016
The Moment
Panos Ambelas Mar 2016
If you feel
that you are losing everything
just watch
your destruction.

Do not try
to leave
just look the beauty
of your chaos.

You will not have to apologize
because only the people
who deeply love
can live this moment.
586 · Feb 2016
The House
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 Jul 2016
Δεν προλάβαμε.
Ήταν τόσο γρήγορο την πρώτη μέρα.
Κάηκαν τα πάντα
και έγιναν στάχτη.
Χάθηκαν πολλές ζωές.
Κλάψαμε, θρυνήσαμε,
αν και κοιτούσαμε από μακριά.
Δεν τρέξαμε να βοηθήσουμε.
Απλώς συμπάσχαμε.
Την επομένη κάηκε ξανα η πόλη.
Οι κραυγές και η μυρωδιά της καμένης σάρκας
έφταναν σ'εμάς.
Μα εμείς απλώς κοιτούσαμε
την κακία των ανθρώπων.
Οι ημέρες περνούσαν γρήγορα
και έφερναν νέους χρόνους.
Κάθε βράδυ καιγόταν η πόλη
και εμείς είχαμε συνιθήσει
την κατάσταση.
Όλα φαίνονταν τόσο γνώριμα.
Τίποτα το καινούργιο.
Γυρνούσαμε απλώς την πλάτη.
Και όλα αυτά μέχρι σήμερα
που η φωτιά και το μαχαίρι έφτασε σ'εμάς.
Μα ήταν πολύ αργά για να αντιδράσουμε
σε αυτά τα απάνθρωπα πραγματα
και τώρα περιμένουμε με τη σειρά μας
να νιώσουμε ό, τι ένοιωσαν και εκείνοι που κάηκαν
πριν από εμάς.
447 · May 2016
Do you hear them?
Panos Ambelas May 2016
Do you hear the voices?
They are coming from our past,
they want justice and revenge
for the things we've done.
We destroyed their families,
their houses, their towns and their countries.
We, the civilized people, have destroyed
their future just to build our own,
we've stole their wealth just make our own wealth bigger
and we've killed them with kindness just because they are not
the same with us.
These voices are keeping me awake at night.
Do you here them?
For Liberty and Peace.
389 · Feb 2016
The Chronicle of Love
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
367 · Mar 2016
The Prisoners
Panos Ambelas Mar 2016
Into the hole of humans,
we drag slowly our chains.
We walk from wall to wall,
without thinking about what is outside.
No one talks with no one
because although we all are prisoners,
we are still arguing.
336 · Mar 2016
Life
Panos Ambelas Mar 2016
There won't be no other day
like the previous one.
There won't be no other day
with the same smell,
same tastes and the same memories.
That's why we should watch closely
every corner of our lives,
we should smell every feeling
and we should taste every pleasure
on earth.
All these things in our lives,
they we should live are unique
without copies of them.
So...
Live!

— The End —