Drop by drop and secretly
The unpermitted pleasure
Is instilled
In the vains of the brave.
Lost in the roar and the fog
the river has witnessed him.
The maniac is struggling futilely
to cut the stream in twain.
By Takis Pierrakos
The seagull poet is flying,Hovering about everlasting momentsHovering about silver sparkles,Hanged in the air,Watching precisely
As we didn΄t manageTo dedicate excellent poetry to each other,As we didn΄t manageTo paint the
He strikes the chisel with the hammerAnd counting.Hesitations and certaintiesAre reflected on the materiality.Every time
The horizon is hidden by waves;Above, the chief wins waySurveying everythingLike a scorching spy,We are
