Από τον Ανδρέα 'Ανθιμο
No need to justify my existence with sorrow
this blakean year.
Moments become instances of light
when you challenge gravity in your free fall
light of fulfilment, light of innocence, thunder and dream.
Textured memories and a glimpse of silence
like a leaf on a stream
turned the rust of my eyes
to forgiveness.
We stand still.
Abandoned at the end of the world
where rain reflects the infinity
This time
One of us cannot be wrong
This time the knife
shall feel the sharpness of the wind.
