She approached me like a gale
Or something that it looked like to it.
She grabbed my left hand
And started draging me after.
Two crazy people were running
Tied with the same rope.
“Do not stop”, she kept shouting.
“When we speed away
I will introduce you to notable dead men!”
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
