Τετάρτη, 8 Δεκεμβρίου 2010
Her words don't reach my ears.Distant hum.
Maybe all this noise made sense another day.
Today I'm not here.
I stand up.
I'm going outside through the closed window.
I'm flying in the atmosphre.
I mess up with the gas fumes.With the clouds.With the sweetness of the morning.
I'm sitting at the school's roof.
I sunbathe.The sun blinds me;it fondles my body.
The sun,my lover.
I let the noise and the hums of the waking city enter inside of me through the pores of my skin.
I'm the city.I'm the day.I am the earth.
And the sun is my lover.
Cars are running on my skin.The mountains are my breast.My armpits,the lakes.Μy belly,the valleys.
A butterfly sits on my lips.
The bell rings.