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Σάββατο, 28 Σεπτεμβρίου 2013

In an infinity of dreams

Between the lips of the words
a dream is born
to children's eyes

But a small ray of light
refuses to embrace the dream life
until the final coming of dreams

Because everyone knows that
no kiss warms eternity
without the agreement of rain

And only the sun embraces
the lips of thoughts
ignoring the power of random emotions

Always the kiss is clear
which is born of words
to touch the life of thoughts
between the lips and the dreams of children

Yannis Politopoulos

11 σχόλια:

Wingfall at dusk είπε...

Beautifully written, Yannis (and it is lovely to be reading you again!) - Yes, the fragility and yet the robust ruggedness of dreams; a paradox that lives within our hearts.

marie είπε...

"..Καθαρό πάλλεται
το καινούριο μας όνειρο
μας τραβάει απ' το χέρι αόρατο χέρι
όπου Γαλήνη γίνεται ο αθώος ουρανός
όπου η Ψυχή ελέγχεται αναλλοίωτη.."

~ Οδυσσέας Ελύτης

Καλό σας ξημέρωμα. Ευχαριστώ για Όλα.

Sandra είπε...

Im happy to see you are back!

Al είπε...

Very nice. And I love David Bowie, great music selection!

MARTY είπε...

hello Yannis - your words are beautiful ! hope all is going well for you ! wish you a wonderful week
to you and Vania !

Michael (Light-In-A-Box) είπε...

Yannis & Vania, I am so very glad to see you blogging again. It is nice to have friends on the other side of the planet! Keep up the excellent work with your wonderful words of wisdom. Art & language is the link to the soul..
: )

En helt uvanlig hverdag είπε...

Beautiful words.

Gert Jan Hermus είπε...

What a beautiful poem Yannis! Is he your son?

Warm greetings from the Netherlands,

Karen Frost είπε...

Lovely thoughts today, Yannis. Dreams are wonderful when you are young and the world is wide open. So glad you are writing your beautiful poetry once again. Hugs Karen

Irene είπε...

A beautiful post :)

And thanks for visiting, Yannis!


Ανώνυμος είπε...

Καθόμασταν σε ένα λοφο με θέα την ακρόπολη, βράδυ με συννεφιά και μου λέει -η πελοποννήσια από το λεοφωρείο- ότι δεν είναι πια ερωτευμένη μαζί μου.Ήταν ξαπλωμένη στα πόδια μου σηκώθηκε και πήγε να κατουρήσει, έπιασε ψιχάλα με το που χάθηκε απ΄το οπτικό μου πεδίο και έψαχνε για θάμνο. 40ης