Βράδυ. Ένα μικρό φως ταλαντεύεται για λίγο στο σκοτάδι. Κύματα οι διαβάτες στην προκυμαία. Σε λίγο η πανσέληνος διαχέεται στην ακροθαλασσιά. Γυμνή νυκτωδία σωπαίνει τη πλάση. Σα φιλί άλλης εποχής. Σιωπηλό, έντιμο, βέβαιο για τη δύναμή του. Άξαφνα, ένα ανθρώπινο χέρι γράφει :

Παρασκευή, 25 Ιουλίου 2014

The compass of dreams


In the look blows a light of change
as eyes are looking spikes of light

While are marching the finguer toes
and it is like a gift of God the memories

And when everyone is looking what they dream
a compass of dreams leads their love

Because as first learned to love and jibs
humanity remains through the centuries

Besides before someone loves people
precedes love into life itself

Every existence and her dreams
every existence and progress of her poems

The moment a children light rises 
                                  a sea of ​​poems is preparing the future

Yannis Politopoulos

Σάββατο, 12 Ιουλίου 2014

The ocean of writing


The books are light
Through them words sing

Reading is life
In her eyes ideas are traveling

Writing is magic
In her hands are marching ideas

The notebooks are palms
Over them love writes the future

The typewriter is treasure
In the body of is dancing memory

As the writing in all its aspects
Is the ocean of culture

Yannis Politopoulos

Σάββατο, 5 Ιουλίου 2014