Κυριακή, 12 Ιουνίου 2011

The red oyster of lies

you always love
the sunny paper of  life
even
you wrote a passion
in the soul of the sea
being a promise by the future

* * *

say that
mirrors are dying
on the dark side of the moon
starving hysterically the love
with a rose into the eyes
with a butterfly behind
the midnight freedom

* * *

smooth lies
destroy the art
when
darkness fears the naked passion
and
the sun prefers the unusual truth
of destiny

* * *

in the year of 2011
the world has no other way
to play a life to the old piano
but only
by remembering
how many feelings
demonstrated
on the back street of crying

* * *

west wind blows
upon the red oyster
the time
that
love exists
as a pure oxygen
released
by the echo of happines

* * *

crystal eyes
create stories
and
make love
to the sun
 you only take leave of your senses

Yannis Politopoulos