Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose to
live with my anxious self
I cannot spare the sea that’s obvious
And I cannot escape from the malicious
Boredom of life
I also cannot live without my loneliness
And that is fine in some way
Because I am looking for stars in the
roads
And I only realize the full absence of stars
from the walking avenues
The sky believe what I am saying but he
insist to keep the stars on his body
like a holy tattoo
and that is fine in some way

because I certainly don’t want to see the
stars under the lost footsteps
of the avenues  forgotten pioneers
Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose
To built the ship of my destiny
How am I suppose to fit the lyrics
With my poem
Unfortunately I don’t have the answer
And this tell me that maybe I cannot
finish the ship which can take me to the
land of tomorrow
Sometimes a blind poet come into my dreams
And try to make me one of his lyrics
He realize of course that I cannot sing
and he also knows that I cannot be a poet
but he also knows that I could give

everything
if I could be the Ulisses of my life
even for a minute
if I could follow the road for my
Ithaki…  

              CHRISTOS HARATSARIS
                             POET-ARTIST PAINTER
                     ATHENS-GREECE