I like what remains. Like sediment, Ash and an echo. This is a forum to talk about that which remains.
From afar they looked like a slow cyclone,
a repetitive melancholic sound
that knows,
but is still looking for something
That is hiding,
but is still revealing itself
From afar they looked like a paced gradual approach
Of warmth and war
Of tiredness and guilt
The mother with the buggy
via Women
Curved
pillar
reflecting on the wall
Looks like a woman
still
stubborn
saddened
By the sudden realisation:
Pillars this time of day
On the walls
Of pretty fences
Of cosy houses
Could easily hide
Battled battered compromised egos
of women
still
shattered
serene
who look their shade from the road
and know:
Walls of pretty fences
of cosy houses
only deceptively reflect
the women on the road
Saddened
shattered
stubborn
Still serene
Still strong
“Θ” όπως θα πάμε. \Θα έρθει ο καιρός και θα ξαναφύγει και θα ξαναέρθει.
Όπως Θαρραλέος.
Θεός και Θήκη.
“Θ” όπως Θαμαςβρειξανατοπρωινοαστρομαςνααρμενιζουμε.
.\Τα άλλα Θ του Θανάτου και των Θάφτηκα αψήφησέ τα.
Είναι από άλλη Θάλασσα.
Αλλά μόνο κράτα του ενδιαμέσου
ένα ακόμα.
Θυμάμαι.
Choo choo
as we pass across green valleys and
blue
skies
We see children dreaming and
birds singing
Couples holding hands;
and we see doubts
sitting
down
on the grass
It is going to rain, you tell me
Choo choo
As we pass across red
anemones
in smokey lands
We see sheep
waiting
crows
approaching
old men despairing
And we lose our
reasoning
in the raindrops
We are going to make
the world better, you tell me
Choo choo
and I believe you.
sedimentary 