Ομορφιά

Στα μάτια της

φωτίζεται ο κόσμος

Στα χείλη της

τραγουδούν τα συναισθήματα

Στα μαλλιά της

χορεύουν τα μηνύματα

Τόσο πληθαίνουν τα όνειρά της

που γίνεται νεράιδα

Και δεν επιτρέπει να πολεμούν

μόνο γι’ αυτή

αλλά για κάθε γυναίκα

Αφού δε γεννήθηκε ποτέ

κανένα θηλυκό άσχημο 

Γιάννης Πολιτόπουλος

Far too close

 A wind full

of words has met

her kiss

A raindrop

of smiles has felt

his kiss

Two hands

full of touch

breath the common future

Just like a Poem

that feels the agony

of it's beginning

Because the start is

your glance

who is looking at this Poem now

Yannis Politopoulos

The body of writing

Like the wind the words

are scattered

They tremble into the light

of memory

They are  joining together again

with our voices

Like your own looks

which are now here

By your dreams begin

the poem

and at your offer

ends

And we become a body

full of promises

for the love

that we can exchange

Yannis Politopoulos

The rise of feelings

A comment flies

through my look

A feeling touches

my hands

A phrase kisses

my heart

Every day a message

warms my soul

Every night a dream

becomes my brother

Every morning

an email is transformed to a real touch

Yannis Politopoulos