Παρασκευή, 20 Δεκεμβρίου 2019

The principle of writing


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

Παρασκευή, 13 Δεκεμβρίου 2019

The naked look of writing


All stories are realized in places uninvited, endless. The writer starts from the intimate immensity, the embarrassment of thought to incarnate word. And time is always the elusive light of silence. So, writing somebody realizes the path to the lack of love.
This is, of course, a recurring creation. In particular, it is thought that hatched, the words that follow, the words that mate, the words that escape from the open heart. The look remains pinned, puzzled brief idea of chastity. The look once strays from his lips. The look is nude. Words are naked. And then, suddenly, silence speaks, feels, experiences, negates promises, falls creates.
The whiteness of the paper succumbs to excess, indulging in stroke. The text breaks, soul stirred. Nothing resists, cast all joints on the edge of reason.
People internalize without secrets. Like love, like the original silence as the austere beauty before experiencing loneliness east infuser infinity of thoughts. Then the silence is the end, the naked, the unprotected eyes of writing.
It happens. A text with authentic life immensity, a text that extends till the sunrise of a barefoot wandering. Text stutters the gross shape of the importance of the initial words. Text of writing that writes happening, an act of the writer who writes his lips and announces his desire to light another verbal creation.
On the verge of life, at the turn of the light at the intersection of writing passion waves life grows occult and steep edge of thought which flows at the foot of the narrative, on the outskirts of a poetic verses test for the first time in the world smiling.
Then the new writing is always a new text with unripe lips, naked in the writer’s eyes and naked at the first innocent look towards the darkness of the birth of art.
And there is no time no space. The components of the text still remain to be discovered, everything to win, such as the blue vastness of emotion. For no apparent reason wearable light eyes, writing activates the process of reading and then the lonely process of imagination.
The naked gaze falls on the sense that the other authority and ultimately brings another life.

Yannis Politopoulos

Παρασκευή, 6 Δεκεμβρίου 2019

The spirit of teaching


Through gates
of words

Through lamps
of faith

Through tales
of universe

A child finds
all methods

A teacher looks at
all the hearts

A parent brings
all the feelings

All together
mates of the miracle
of teaching

Yannis Politopoulos