British grown daffodils. A blind woman staring at the sun is reading:
"το ποτάμι δεν κυλά έχει ξεχάσει τη θάλασσα
κι όμως υπάρχει η θάλσσα και ποιος θα την εξαντλήσει;
οι τυφλοί κοιμούνται"
the sea
forgotten the smell
the breeze
the feeling of cold water on the skin
a weak melancholic sun
and the smell of wet soil
instead
blind people
dreaming
nothing more
enough for today
another (Mon)day gone
the river flows
towards the sea.
2 comments:
so strange to look at daffodils at ur blog today. Just gave the last editing notes of "Black Keys". So empty and so full... cannot tell u how fool I can feel...
I don't look at daffodils either..I dream of them and spring.
I will definitely recognise the feeling that you experience now when I submit the thesis--after all, your 'Black Keys' and my 'Staging/Imagining' are our children..and we want them to fly away but we want to keep them close as well..Feel fool my friend-no harm can be done. I believe in you, always..
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