There is a furious red colour, like laughter,In that shelter, among the trees,There is also the brief colour of a branch’s shadow on the water.A woman made an airy gesture as if to fasten her dressWith the voice of a bird. And I felt amazedThat I entered so simply into my own voice.Higher upJust one completely green leaf rules the landscapeAnd the heart settles so well into the worldLike the key in the door of my house. I will open it...
Translated from Greek by Pilo Zyba
She passed along the white alley opposite, Graceful, amid the innocent certainty of her beauty. The day was golden and dense. The woman’s body With every movement,…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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