Statement

Written by: valeria iliadou

The winter is balancing
on tense ropes.
I cant and I am getting older,
To years of sharpness I owe
My pulse's rhyme,
My blood's red.
In a world's thunder
I tasted the salt
-my memory's trail-
Suddenly alone I begun,
Inexcusably alone I march
Serving the sentence of my freedom.
Few tears
Few patience
With empty hands
I am grooving the rock of a Fate
Fighting
-a masterpiece of stone and silence-
And I pray
In a sun beamy 
To shed light and fire on my worn mask.
If the sum of my life 
Reaches the infinity,
Proliferous by expextations divine
Divided by each wave I dared to dash
And extended to the choice of a breath,
I will be human between humans
Counting the numbers of my steps,
Loud and steady,
I will lead my soul outside,
To the open air.