In the Aegean
your hand rough time
deeply dig their skin
the wounds,
in the last whisper,
the wheels are broken,
in the silence of rain
collecting, fragments.
In the endless laughter
in circular shooting,
I will send them sunsets
and they stand up
running, shadows,
to a freedom that can not stand,
to be kept in some light.
2-3-2014
your hand rough time
deeply dig their skin
the wounds,
in the last whisper,
the wheels are broken,
in the silence of rain
collecting, fragments.
In the endless laughter
in circular shooting,
I will send them sunsets
and they stand up
running, shadows,
to a freedom that can not stand,
to be kept in some light.
2-3-2014