"sta" poems
Umaga na pala,
Subalit tila umpisa pa lang ito ng dilim
Dito sa bayan kong nasa sinapupunan ng mga sakim
Pagpagan ang mga baro't saya habang hawak ang sedula
Nilang mga uhaw sa tronong ipinangako sa kanila
Naluklok na bagong puno,sa pagdaka’y nagpaulan
Ng mga balang hindi man tingga ay tumatagos sa kaibuturan
Sa dati niyang ka giyera na s'yang mga tunay na anak ng bayan
Iginapos sila’t ipiniit sa sandipang karapatan
Yaong mga bago niyang kawal ay matatayog pa sa kalabaw
‘Pagkat kasama niyang magkakamal ng salaping umaapaw
Mag kaka-ututang labi ay iisa ang kaliskis at balagat
Sila na mag kaibigang dila at ngipin sa pilak din mag-papangagat
Habang ang mga dating sadyang tapat sa gampanin
Ay mistulang mga bayani na lang sa hangin
Ang pagka dalisay nila sa maka-kapwang tungkulin
Parang sa tubig na isulat at hindi na basahin
Kawawang Sta. Teresita bayan kong dinusta
Ng mga ganid sa kapangyarihan at mapang-alipusta
Akong anak mo’y nasa daluyong ng kapanglawan
Kabiyak mo sa balsang itinali sa nagluluksang pampang
Kawawang Sta. Teresita ginahasa ng mga mapag-samantala
Hinubaran ng dangal at piniringan ng telang mapula pa sa pula
Binusalan ang bibig hanggang sigaw mo’y hindi na marinig
Mga araw mo ngayo’y mamumugto sa haharapin **** pag-liligalig
Tahan na Sta. Teresita,Tahan na,
Bayan kong sakdal iniibig
Matatapos din ang sigwa,
Tutulay muli ang lunday sa sapa.
© 2018 Glen Castillo
All Rights Reserved.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
pumasok sa kompartamentong bilang sa lahat
ngunit ipagsiksikan ang sarili, sumuot, at ipilit
dahil ang maiiwan sa españa ay hindi makakarating
makipaglaban, mang-agaw, ang akin ay akin
trenta minutong paghihintay
sa ilalim ng init, tiyaga ang kapiling sa umaga
bakit nga ba ‘di pa makikipag-balyahan?
asal-hayup upang mapuntahan ka lamang
sa pagdating sa istasyon ng sta. mesa
pawis ay naghahalo, amoy ay ‘di mawari
napagitnaan ng dal’wang dalagang nagchi-chismisan
‘di sinasadyang makinig, ako’y ‘di sang-ayon kaya iiling
sa hawakan ay higpitan lalo ang kapit
sasakyan natin ay paparating na sa pandacan
tumitig sa bintana at muli, bigla kang naisip
ngunit sila’y ‘di maibigay ang inaasam na pagtahimik
bakit nga ba ako nagtitiyaga?
sa masikip, magulo, at maingay na paraan
paalis na tayo sa istasyon ng paco
ika’y singtulad ng tren na ito
hindi makahinga sa dami ng taong nilalaman
kailan ba mapapadali ang ruta sa araw-araw?
magrereklamo, magsasawa, sasabihing “ayoko na”
titigil sa istasyon ng san andres
mananatili hanggang makaabot sa vito cruz
pasulong ang andar ngunit ang gana’y wala na
pagod at nagsasawa, hindi magawang iwan
ngayon ka pa ba susuko, eh ang lapit mo na?
nawala ang bigat ng pasahero pagdating sa buendia
nawala na rin panandalian ang sikip na iniinda
ngunit ano namang silbi ng ginhawa,
kung paalis ka na rin at nalalapit na sa paru-roonan
pagod ka na pero tiyagain mo nalang
ikaw at ang sitwasyon ay nariyan na nga
nag-inarte ka pa kung kailan nasa pasay road na
hindi ka pa ba nasanay sa araw-araw?
tumigil ang tren sa istasyong pinakahihintay
pawis, pagod, suot ang damit na gusut-gusot
heto na, sa dami ng nangyari ay narito na
sa edsa magallanes, salubungin mo siya
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Fiat lux and
Then I stand and see how it looks out on
Gnothi seauton psychologies of a naughty automaton he is
Out speeding on the autobahn while she is
Now sleeping on futons in peace it's
Not pieces that need to be re-ordered yet
Since he's reckless but wrecks less when he's courting it's
A sport, you see a ticket's his master trophy in-
Deed endorsing his Porsche-speed matrimony down master row and she's
Driven to this racer who makes her en-
Force things, they later make her take her lead like lead's erasing then vanishing
Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned
Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy
Love who's the catcher who has her and
Now you see
It's not lack-lusting but luck-lasting because lastly
Down the street
Is where I swear we're running faster from crashing, finally
Into this dreamcatcher's hazard
Our dreamcatcher's hazard
Oh have you heard
It's absurd that the whip cracked
Yeah the Porsche was hacked baby transformed back in two and back into a nat-
Ural rural state where the horse power level was more morally sta-
Ble biblically faith-
Ful foolishly a-
Ble but yeah we take over whatever we face-off and baby we're faster so we'll have to chase after our
Dreamcatcher's hazard and
That dreamcatcher's hazard's a
A madness that is learned
And it's absurd
So say the mattress is glowing it's holy
Matrimony, so don't look lonely it's only
Master Roshi, to say to chase your dreams
It's you and me be-
Cause for you my blood is flowing
For you my blood is glowing
For you this blood is flowing
And too the flood is blowing
It's true our love is growing
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
At the cinema they project a movie
And in that movie at a certain point it's raining
And it's a so realistic rain
That I pull the jacket on
Almost to protect myself
Even outside it's raining, or
Perhaps not.
It's truth this rain that in a dream we dream
Even when it's raining outside?
*
POESIA 2:
Al cinema danno un film
e nel film a un certo punto piove
ed è una pioggia così realistica
che io mi tiro addosso il giubbino
quasi a proteggermi
anche fuori sta piovendo, o forse no.
E’ vera la pioggia che in un sogno sogniamo
anche quando fuori piove?
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
stair w
a
y stair w
a
y stair w
a
y stair w
a
y stair w
a
y stair w
a
y sta
No escalators to heaven , no free rides .
Just one long hard climb , one step at a time .
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
Dorme la corriera
dorme la farfalla
dormono le mucche
nella stalla
il cane nel canile
il ***** nel bimbile
il fuco nel fucile
e nella notte nera
dorme la pula
dentro la pantera
dormono i rappresentanti
nei motel dell'Esso
dormono negli Hilton
i cantanti di successo
dorme il barbone
dorme il vagone
dorme il contino
nel baldacchino
dorme a Betlemme
Gesù bambino
un po' di paglia
come cuscino
dorme Pilato
tutto agitato
dorme il bufalo
nella savana
e dorme il verme
nella banana
dorme il rondone
nel campanile
russa la seppia
sul'arenile
dorme il maiale
all'Hotel Nazionale
e sull'amaca
sta la lumaca
addormentata
dorme la mamma
dorme il figlio
dorme la lepre
dorme il coniglio
e sotto i camion
nelle autostazioni
dormono stretti
i copertoni
dormono i monti
dormono i mari
dorme quel porco
di Scandellari
che m'ha rubato
la mia Liù
per cui io solo
porcamadonna
non dormo più.
5.5k
Gebroken
verslonden
kapot
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
het is ingestort
buiten
en van binnen
Elke steen ooit gelegd is gevormd door jouw handen
neergelegd met een precisie als geen ander
het cement zo sterk, dat het elk blok omarmde
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan puin
buiten
en van binnen
Alles omarmende warmte wat eruit raasde
alsof het nooit zo is geweest, zoekend als dwazen
hetgeen wat we ooit als een rots in de branding voorzagen
de muren zijn weggeblazen
de vloer onder mijn voeten weggevaagd
waar ik sta
niets anders dan puin
buiten
en van binnen
Oorverdovende herrie dat het maakte
toen één voor één de stenen vielen
de hemel brak open
evenals het geluid van binnen, nu buiten, schreeuwend en krakend
geen muren
geen vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan puin
buiten
en van binnen
Wat ooit geborgen was, staat nu vrij om te raken
zo geschiedt, het lag immers open voor de gevaren
tot de blik op de edelen haar ***** verraadde
het werd zichtbaar, de klok tegen het geheime wapen
geen muren
geen vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan stenen
buiten
en van binnen
Als gegeven lagen ze er voor het oprapen
een voor een tot aan de daken
met eigen handen gebouwen om te bewaken
opende het de deuren tot alle ramen
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan stenen
buiten
en van binnen
Het haard inmiddels geladen
wat koud en kil was, is met volle vuren nu rustig aan het garen
tot in elke hoek weer een keer de zachte adem heeft geblazen
lege ruimtes langzaam gehuld in verhalen
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
niets anders dan stenen
buiten
en van binnen
Stap bij stap is elk blok aangeraakt, vormend in lagen
van buiten naar binnen en van binnen naar buiten, het is omgeslagen
met stenen, hand gesmeden
opnieuw de warmte in gekneden
van jou overgedragen op mij, een thuis door gekregen
de muren
de vloer
waar ik sta
alleen maar juwelen
buiten
en van binnen.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Reader,
stay alive
stay alive stay a
live stay alive stay a
live stay alive stay
alive stay alive
stay alive
stay alive
stay alive stay a
live stay alive stay a
live stay alive stay
alive stay alive
stay alive
stay ali
ve sta
y al
ive
|-/
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 11:05 AM UTC
.
" ' The god
of love lives
in a state of need.
It is a need. It is an
urge.It is a homeo
static imbalance.
Like hunger and
thirst, it is almost
impossible to sta
mp out.' • 'Love is
a serious mental
disease ' • 'Every
heart sings a song
incomplete, until
a heart whispers
back.'At the touch
of a love,everyone
becomes a poet.' 'Life must be
lived as play.' 'Po etry is nearer to
vital truth than history'. 'You can
learn more abo ut a person in an
hour of play than a year of
conver sation.' "
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
brat i sestra
brat: cao
sestra: cao
brat: gde je tata?
sestra: u sobi.
brat: sta radi?
sestra: ma odkud znam, pusi.
brat pravi sendvice. pet sendvica. mleko i keks. malo cipsa sa strane.
brat ne zna nista. sestra zna po nesto.
brat se obraca psu: pa gde si ti bio ceo dan?jeli malisanu mali, milice jedna, jel si gladan? a sta si radio? hoces napolje? jao pa vidi te sapice, smrdo jedan.
ne izvodi psa.
brat jede. cuti.
brat ide na spavanje, vec je jako kasno. opranih zuba.
sestra vec spava. brat otvara vrata sestrine sobe naglo, namerno ili mozda slucajno ali ne i prvi put. gleda u mrak i osluskuje sestrino mumlanje i cangrizanje. cuti. zatvara vrata i odlazi u svoj mrak, prekoputa.
jutro je.
brat: cao
sestra: cao
brat: gde je tata?
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
mila sedi na wc solji. prebira dlacice po brezuljku. nekako odvratno ali radoznalo trazi one pod zemljom
gusto groblje-guste misli:
dve prodavacice prodaju sok od sargarepe, na smenu- jedan dan jednoj plati jednu cenu drugi dan drugoj drugu. cuti. zakopa to u zeludac. guta vazduh namazan budalom. cuti. plati. popije samar i sok.
na ulici razmazano oker govno, kao kanapei na srebrnom tanjiru.
preskace, obilazi ga ona. preskace, obilazi ga i pas. kisa pada, oker krem gubi gustinu, pas nece pod kisobran juri senke i zapisava skupocene alo tepsije onih kojih se i pauk plasi.
zanoktica o vrh narandzastog jezika- rekapitulacija popisanosti i pogresno usmerene finoce. krv stedljivo iz nokta curi natapajuci nepce a mrmlja da sledeci put ce...
ali verovatno nece. jer ne razume tu gadnu nepravicnost. jer to je samo princip. mozda i hoce. jer princip je i sve.
dopire krik playback narodnjaka- komsija stigao sa posla, investitor umesto izloacije sigurno je kupio dzipa.
masina se centrifugom lansira u orbitu svake sekunde- privezala bi se za nju toaltet papirom....
aman, idi uci.
bolje ces se osecati.
kraj prozora cuje se ono dete sto svira trubu.
makar jos ne moras da trazis posao. eto imas vremena da smislis sta zelis da budes.
na kraju krajeva nemas urasle dlake. i da, auto ti je parkiran divlje pokupice ga pauk sigurno. i nemas dozvolu. kese za govna su u gepeku.
trebas psa izvesti.
sutra kupices sok od sargarepe, po ne zna se kojoj ceni.
rekla bi imas princip a i lenja si.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
Everything
Must Be In
Perfect Or-
der
Even Your
Anxiety Is
Prescribed
Deviation
Must Not
Be Tolera-
ted
Even Sta-
rvation Is
Accepted
The Dis-
order Is
Bad But
Wait Til
You See
How We
Treat It
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
The words come out wrong,
wishing seconds could be hours
still not enough
you must think I'm weird
I want to stop myself from getting hurt
all the time
all day
but I can't
Because you're so pretty, pretty unreachable
There's always another guy
I want to be that guy and not
Cause everyone hates that guy.
But you don't
You love him
why don't you love me?
It's like you don't even try
It has always been my
intended action
failed
nailed on the spot
useless piece of uselesness
being useless and stuff
I have had enough
I want to leave daytime.
Step out, night into we go
studying, front row, below
average, passed, gone, missing
forever.
Why can't I accept it's gone.
Maybe it isn't?
that's what I'm talking about.
She must think I'm weird.
people don't like weird people
they only like people who turn out to be weird.
Daytime offers dresscodes
dresscodes nighttime loathes.
I judge but I hate being judged
I hate but I hate being hated.
I love but I don't see how one could love me.
If she doesn't, why care for anyone else
she doesn't
what matters doesn't
doesn't that hurt?
Why
day
why
may
I not
be loved
beloved
day, why?
Though it is not 'ed, night brings light
it might not be too bright
but it's better than nothing.
I wish I was nothing.
I wouldn't have to worry
I worry a lot
I'm loved by those who I don't like
and love the ones that don't like me
Who is wrong here?
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TEACH ME HOW TO NOT THINK ABOUT SOMEone eVERY SINGLE SECOND OF the day.
time, she is unreachable
and way too attractive,
loved in general
which shows you just enough to be of interest
to keep me going
yet not enough to let the night keep glowing.
If daytime is so bad, why not sta
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Chisto è 'o ritratto e chiste so' 'e capille:
na ciocca 'e seta nera avvellutata.
E cheste songo 'e llettere: cchiù 'e mille;
lettere 'e 'na guagliona nnammurata.
Ngiulina se chiammava sta figliola
ch'è stata 'a primma nnammurata mia.
Trent'anne sò passate... Mamma mia!
'A tengo nnanze a ll'uocchie, pare aiere:
vocca 'e curallo, 'na faccella 'e cera,
'nu paro d'uocchie verde, 'e cciglie nere,
senza russetto... semplice e sincera.
Teneva sidece anne e io diciotto.
Faceva 'a sartulella a 'o Chiatamone.
Scenneva d' 'a fatica 'mpunto ll'otto,
e mm'aspettava a me sotto 'o purtone.
Senza parlà, subbeto sotto 'o vraccio
nce pigliavemo e ghievemo a ffà ammore.
Vicino 'a casa soia, 'ncoppa Brancaccio,
parole doce e zucchero int' 'o core.
Mettennoce appuiate 'nfaccia 'o muro,
a musso a mmusso, tutt' e dduie abbracciate:
dint' 'a penombra 'e n' angulillo oscuro,
quanta suspire e vvase appassiunate!
'A tengo nnanze a ll'uocchie, pare aiere:
vocca 'e curallo, na faccella 'e cera;
nu paro d'uocchie verde, 'e cciglie nere,
senza russetto... semplice e sincera.
1.4k
*een meisje wilt iets
na een feest
slapen bij jou
want ze is nog nooit
zo ver weg geweest
aan jouw zijde sta ik
en met meelevend hart
zei je 'dat is goed'
op dat moment zei ik
'goodbye' to my mood
ik hou me groot
ik hou mijn mond
terwijl ik wil zakken
me laten vallen
op de grond
als van binnen
een demoon of meer
mij aan het verslinden zijn
negatief van de pijn
ik voel me klein
dat het goed is, zei je
tegen wat?
bij mijn ex had ik hier
nooit last van
geen moeite mee gehad
nu graaf ik dan misschien
elke keer mijn graf
maar dit hier was een droom
gebroken wakker
is niet iets dat ik mezelf gaf
en ik weet niet wat te zeggen
weet niet wat ik moet doen
misschien is jouw hart goed
maar zo is onze ****
laat het de onze blijven
niet verpesten door een heks
rampscenarios om te overleven
bedrogen door eigen boven kamer
maar om **** niet erger te maken
is het soms beter te zwijgen
omdat je de 'ja' hebt
maar 'nee' nog **** krijgen*
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
I should....
no, can't
can't can't
won't.
refuse actually. do I like hurting? is there a reason I don't just
move on
normally when goodbye is said, twice, it means you leave
as in put one foot out into space and
pull
down
see what happens, see what passes. well, I really wasn't ever normal
knew that from the start
but this?
I'm on an edge. this thinned pathetic rim
that looks to me a bit
u
n
sta b l e
clearly
[not clearly]
there is a problem
or something broken
I'm dealing with it, but let's be honest
sometimes it feels like I'm
meshing with it
blendingintothisbigmess
that's so hard [for me only] to separate
forgot about that- have to be more specific
[for me only] is this still more than a bad taste in my mouth
[for me only] it stripped me of common sense
[for me only] I can't sleep at night
All I want to do is
be free
free to either walk through a day and not think your name
name name
name name name
or free to fall into your arms at the end of the day
every day
whatever
I know I talk to a wall
wall
and I'm here wall and you're there
wall
wall
and I swear I'm putting all I have into
[insert "letting go" here]
but instead-
trying to understand why I can't
leave you behind
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
Per chi conosce solo il tuo colore,
bandiera rossa,
tu devi realmente esistere, perché lui
esista:
chi era coperto di croste è coperto di
piaghe,
il bracciante diventa mendicante,
il napoletano calabrese, il calabrese
africano,
l'analfabeta una bufala o un cane.
Chi conosceva appena il tuo colore,
bandiera rossa,
sta per non conoscerti più, neanche coi
sensi:
tu che già vanti tante glorie borghesi e
operaie,
ridiventa straccio, e il più povero ti
sventoli.
1.4k
Ì faccio 'o schiattamuorto 'e prufessione,
modestamente songo conosciuto
pè tutt'e ccase 'e dinto a stu rione,
peccheè quann'io manèo 'nu tavuto,
songo 'nu specialista 'e qualità.
Ì tengo mode, garbo e gentilezza.
'O muorto nmano a me pò stà sicuro,
ca nun ave 'nu sgarbo, 'na schifezza.
Io 'o tratto comme fosse 'nu criaturo
che dice 'o pate, mme voglio jì a cuccà.
E 'o co'cco luongo, stiso 'int"o spurtone,
oure si è viecchio pare n'angiulillo.
'O muorto nun ha età, è 'nu guaglione
ca s'è addurmuto placido e tranquillo
'nu suonno doce pè ll'eternità.
E 'o suonno eterno tene stu vantaggio,
ca si t'adduorme nun te scite maie.
Capisco, pè murì 'nce vò 'o curaggio;
ma quanno chella vene tu che ffaie?
Nn'a manne n'ata vota all'al di là?
Chella nun fa 'o viaggio inutilmente.
Chella nun se ne va maie avvacante.
Sì povero, sì ricco, sì putente,
'nfaccia a sti ccose chella fa a gnurante,
comme a 'nu sbirro che t'adda arrestà.
E si t'arresta nun ce stanno sante,
nun ce stanno raggione 'a fà presente;
te ll'aggio ditto, chella fa 'a gnurante...
'A chesta recchia, dice, io nun ce sento;
e si nun sente, tu ch'allucche a ffà?
'A morta, 'e vvote, 'e comme ll'amnistia
che libbera pè sempe 'a tutt'e guaie
a quaccheduno ca, parola mia,
'ncoppa a sta terra nun ha avuto maie
'nu poco 'e pace... 'na tranquillità.
E quante n'aggio visto 'e cose brutte:
'nu muorto ancora vivo dinto 'o lietto,
'na mugliera ca già teneva 'o llutto
appriparato dinto a nù cassetto,
aspettanno 'o mumento 'e s'o 'ngignà.
C'è quacche ricco ca rimane scritto:
" Io voglio un funerale 'e primma classe! ".
E 'ncapo a isso penza 'e fà 'o deritto:
" Così non mi confondo con la ***** ".
Ma 'o ssape, o no, ca 'e llire 'lasse ccà?!
'A morta è una, 'e mezze songhe tante
ca tene sempe pronta sta signora.
Però, 'a cchiù trista è " la morte ambulante "
che può truvà p'a strada a qualunq'ora
(comme se dice?... ) pè fatalità.
Ormai per me il trapasso è 'na pazziella;
è 'nu passaggio dal sonoro al muto.
E quanno s'è stutata 'a lampella
significa ca ll'opera è fernuta
e 'o primm'attore s'è ghiuto a cuccà.
1.4k
1.
Full sta(r)ring
I sit as the window
was a pleading enormous nobody
he declared my head
practically lost.
2.
flustered you’ll doubt that
he glanced
sleep can’t.
3.
Crooked conversation listeners
clenched authority grimy
beside the sight attempt
4.
that chanced amusement
obliged its stiff attempt
by askance explanation
he and the slipped tongue
therefore sitting
on the heels of friday
5.
overhead the engine slipped suddenly when
she whispers explanation
grand
6.
growling hurried difficulty
shouldn’t reason but
the creature bitterly
declared in smaller steps
"you’ll doubt when i"
7.
I blinked and riddle
the shifting moral of executed
fright the cunning
underpromised
dependent muddle
congressional huddle
8.
not the sadistic wet world
glaring or the the the
defended
answers soaped the the the
dyed course
hello doesn’t the the the
let my coming
9.
adding highest denial
we tear the despair
rolling secret sea so far
winter guard softly introduced
my remembered underneath
10.
his daughter
a canary warily dared
to pretend to drink in
bound education of judging
11.
the height dating
and pushy she interrupting
like the party
for wonderful
couple of sharks
12.
elbow listening did dishes
she declared panicky
we will go by asking
uh um
curled hair blank slate
forming saucepan all sobbing
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
your left breast;
we were talkin'
about cosmonauts.
heads in the clouds
with no want or
worry to never see
this sphere's crust.
we would disconnect
from they. with no
lies from the eyes
we open'd palms in
welcoming fashions.
your right breast;
lying on fetid couch,
nodding off and the
ambience was a dri-
ving bass line. little
trickle, claiming no
worse than usual.
nod, and trail'd off.
slurs and abbrevi-
ated acronyms. sta-
nding in awe of emoti-
onless lack of reaction.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
"Mystery Cult of Two" by Medusa (in translation)
<this is Modern Greek, transliterated so that I can study, but it is my own original poem>
oi archaíoi pólemoi ypoféroun apó ti moíra mas
*** den eípa kalá, *** den eípa alítheia
O, i agápi mou, poú échei páei i alítheia?
ópos ti mními kai ti dikaiosýni
pou chánetai sta óneira
den oneirevómoun pléon apó ména
gnostó vathiá se sas
móno eseís, epithymóntas kai oi dýo
mazí mas gia álli mia forá
oi archaíoi pólemoi ypoféroun
mia moíra san erastés
to parelthón den tha gínei ***
na eínai arketá gností
mia mystiriódi latreía tou chrónou
makriá, mia latreía mystiríou
dýo, móno dýo
agápi: mia latreía mystiríou
tou eaftoú mou
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC