A little almond branchBefore the windowA single branchHides half the village from you.
Love with its palmHides the whole world from you.
Only the light remains.
Translated from the Greek by Pilo Zyba

A little almond branchBefore the windowA single branchHides half the village from you.
Love with its palmHides the whole world from you.
Only the light remains.
Translated from the Greek by Pilo Zyba
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…
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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