Valia Calda

"...το νερό στη Βάλια Κάλντα άμα θα το πιεις σε πίνει

σ’ αγκυλώνει και σ’ αφήνει να παραμιλάς..."

Vision

Sound of the sea, lullaby to my demons.

Heavy fingers, grafting the skin, budding the senses.

Deep warm breath, like a desert wind, upsetting the loneliness.

Puzzling, dark half moon, bonding with my curvature, making me stand bright.

The moment shall be a memory and the memory shall be a sin.

If only all sins occurred in the name of love, what a trustful world to be risen indeed.

Amen.