The script started from her hands. From the gentle
hands of the girl with blue eyes. In fact, started from the fingertips of his
right hand.
To celebrate the indescribable beauty of words poured
in thin veins, bloody words, love words, words, unexpected, silent words about
the world, about love, for the cheerfulness of things. And began to climb
towards the shoulders of nude dreams. Dreams that cause perpetual birth of
writing. Dreams flesh poem pinned to the presence of life. Dreams naked twinkle
in the darkness of daily life. And then the words have gone. They painted her
neck with seasonal flowers in spring colors and came on her lips which gave
full tender kiss vastness.
Words on her lips, her eyes words, words everywhere on
her face.
Words of desire for the girl's desire. Matching words
in her life. Words that are written just for her in the window of love. In the
backdrop of dreamy nights of silence.
And the pretty face, the words went to the heart and
penetrated deep into the writing of a new scenario of eternal summer. The
scenario of a stroke that does not allow any silence to silence. Words flowing
river in the divine feet of future gazing. Words dancing in the ocean waves of
long hair. Words rain watering the joy of friendships, her embrace of night
love. Words that beautify her beauty.
The words that she writes the paper's life and have
something out heady aroma, something of the certainty of physical feminine
eyes, a powerful kiss that rises to the dreams of boys. The tireless words, the
tireless writing the agreement and disagreement, the silence, wandering in the
body, their eyes encountered her own in a play of light. The girl is the dream
girl of bare, unprotected of words.
The words of those who were born and waiting for the order or the
request of.
Of words that fall in love on her face and eyelids to
thrive as the ultimate love, like love that weaves the veil of femininity.
Of words spoken from the lips of the girl with blue eyes until the end
of the world.
Yannis Politopoulos