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Dimitrios Karagkounis Poem
In the fall. Our favorite fall. The time of the poets, the colors of yellow marry cold and people Exchange friendship and looking new era, give erotic kissing and not afraid of white winter comes, not afraid of other eager United and strong, as befits the bravest of the universe, life explorers, Pirates of evolution.
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When therefore great Father Saint and our driver, us your reasons knowers will
be saved? The world is changing I feel it in the water, I taste it in the air on the
moisture of the ground, shades in the clearing of midday, whispers of horrible
voices echoing against the Stone. Drums crying and us inside the mine drinking
the sulphur, the knife in the scabbard has spoken also two flowers bent on the
step of a trespasser. The black dog raised itself to us in the night, knowing that
came the hour the last, it is time to give the blood and the sweat and the white
tooth. Brother will cut brother in blow body with body looking at the blood as it
rolls slowly from the rock' s head. The wheels of fortune turns. Crowned and
cleaned with light the suntanned breasts and the hands, dark bodies wild
embraced with glances sincere and comfort on there walk laughing. Our chariot
driver, father, God Unknown! Unwrite what its written to be done on this land of
Heroes, gently I grasp they and hand you flakes of winter.
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Byzantine chapel
You had to swim a few meters until the find, you had to cut right and into the
rock is stuck the cave. I always felt like a small Byzantine dome that part. An
ancient Christian church remaining to wait until the end of the times. I thought
that I saw byzantine frescos painted in stone. Dride out faces looking at me
silent and serious. Tied with humidity, clams and starfish And salt spilling on
their hair and beards. People ready to make fires. Eyes like calcined charcoal
with crabs tied In garment. Steady, hard and fair fathers, breaths sulfur. The
light flowed from the top to the center with a thin gap. Algae and sea-urchins
like spilt Censer without burning incense and green stones as offerings in the
Sanctuaries left at random. The water reaches the middle and bottom well in
solid sand. I was ashamed to come in the sanctuary of sanctuaries Alone
because their quietness is heavy and their aim holy.
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The skies of tomorrow are the god's shields. But look at there! In the
westerners! The bees enlisted. A sparrow tonight began resistance, time to
follow them riding turtles back and with a cherry leaf we are armed! He builds
each moment the house of big rain and turns on the candle of humble and cuts
the bread of frightened, day the day. You pull the rope of bell in order to send
the pigeons above the house of the humble. You leave the children to pass you
flowers in the hands.
A sprig flower will blossom. Prepare the psalm of brotherhood to soothe .. Our
mother with the white apron staring at the wooden iconostasis satisfied and
illuminates the candle Lighthouse. We are a child, a child in the middle of
spring. Evenings angels wander among the sheaves and orange with ancient
columns undress and swim in the creek laughing ..
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