ONCE FOR A WHILE

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Please, my love, bend down low!
I won't lose myself for now.
I do not want it.
Hot, burnt...
I am in you.
You are caressing me.
Your breasts.
Your mouth.
For a while.
I'm lost.
To see you, to kiss you.
Come, we 'll go for a walk.
To hold you from the waist.
To peek at your neckline.
Amid the crowd.
Amid the crowd I want to kiss you.
In the middle of the wandering homelesses
In the presence of the thieves.
Face to face with the undercover cops.
Their crotch
Swelled with satisfaction by their gun.
They're watching
The youth doped
Injected with needles.
Come, I'll protect you in my arms.
That man's aiming to grab
Your purse from your hand.
I want to hold your hand.
Oh how much I 'd like to afford this leather jacket!
Next summer I will make a party.
My loan will be paid off at last.
Why are you so shy?
People don't care about us here.
Would you like a beer? ...Nice music.
I must catch the subway. Last train.
I want you. I want to kiss you.
To hug you.
Go to sleep.
I must catch the subway.
See you tomorrow.


First time drunken with beer.
She smoked one pack of cigarettes lonely in the night.
She knew.
The next day would flow like lava.
It was the end.
Not specified why, but she would be alone.
Completely alone.

WHAT I AM?

I'm not a poetess.
I'm in love.
What I wanted I got it.
How many people can ever feel this?
Supersaturated. I was full.
It is enough for everyone around.
Share my being.
Share my passion.
I was not "decent."
I was never "perfect."
What I often pretend to be, that 's another story.
In this, all I can say,
Art unites us,
It will support you, as
Supports me, here!
Straight I stand here!
I am my half, but happy
Because I had been a whole.
I saw! Though by the glow
Blinded again. Worth it!

BROKEN GLASS

I don't know what it is,
On you that  intrigues me
And all the nights along
you torture me.

Only with your eyes,
Only with your hands
Only with your mouth
You are controlling me.

You are in pieces
Inside my soul
Which are aching me
As broken glass.

Yet I 'm still pushing
To penetrate them harder,
To hurt me pointing
Your traces in there.

I do not know what it is,
That drives me crazy
And  into darkness
I  always rave.

I know that when
You'll touch me again,
From the bottom of my sea
I will emerge.

I want you so much,
That I 'm collapsing.
All the time cracking
And yet more bad.

This spring-while I had
Something expected-
Found me sterile empty
With neither a bud.

ΡΑΓΙΣΜΕΝΟ ΓΥΑΛΙ

Δεν ξέρω τι είναι,

Που με κεντρίζει

Κι όλα τα βράδια

Με τυραννάς.

THE OBSESSION

I've gotten into  

a habit lately,

which ended up becoming

lingering obsession.

I discover

a cell

I snuggle in THERE,

it is like a womb.

I cringe

in the fetal position.

I close my eyes

I seal  them.

With crossed hands

I hide my face

I start to MOURN

in mute...

Feeling pleasure.

I do not see.

I do not hear.

I hate the idea of something

to distract me.

I discover

eagerly

my divine third eye.

I really call

upon you in there

in the dark ...

I howl

"I'm collapsing,

without you now! "

But the most awful

is something else.

On the other end

of the string which connects us, 

you writhe cuddly,

in love,

aching in the night ,

weeping at dawn,

tormented, confused.

Denying all alone your needs .

Swearing that we became strangers.

No matter what you did or  felt till now

-how is it possible YOU to do not know this? -

I would always cut my veins for your sake, 

even if you  refuse to accept it.

Whatever you say or you do not say,

silence between us will never be opaque.

GREECE OR HELLAS

I'm an authentic HELLEN female.
Proud of my past,
When I expect with pain
To bring a child of my race into life’s trail.

My generation is never ashamed.
We didn't take anything for free.
My life was always merit-based.
I take no prisoners!
I want to be and I worth it to be.

To my way of life I never imputed disgrace.
I was born through and gave birth to struggle.
Sucking the creation with solicitousness.
Absorbing the wisdom with cravingness.

From all that I've ever assimilated,
-The one inside me always bleeds-
I feel with this only I fully comported
With the immortal ancient Greek Spirit.

I don’t care what anyone  thinks
They laugh at me openly and want me
To disclaim my Ancestors! 
Simply you are wrong, world! 
You never knew me!

Through the night I hear whispers-that is!
Of Sappho of Helen and of Aspasia
of Penelope, but also of Corinthian Lahis
Of Athena as the same of Lysistrata.

Since ancient times, I'm surrounded
by the omnipotent Fellopodes, indeed!
I never was interested in them,
Although they've always flirted me, 
No matter with how precious "gifts",
They tried to persuade me.

The Nature is You

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Everything in the nature is you.
The colors are you.
Your eyes are there,
Flickering

Above the water
As if they're in tears,

As the nightlights

In Platamon.

You’re a small boat

Deserted and lonely

Without me.

Over there pink

mixed with dark blue,

just like the conflicts

In your soul

Once it sweetens mine

Later you shut me out

Darkness is falling

The afternoon is hurting 

Let dawn come

I’ll try to regain your soul 

I haven't offered you

All that I owe to you

The magic is surrounding 

me… 

 

Je ne regrette rien ...

Sunset...

Pink, orange, yellow

And all the shades of blue.

Our little daughters,

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In the light of the afternoon,

Beautiful young mermaids

On the colorful foaming coast.

Enjoying plain pleasures,

Which they will rejoice

As a memory of their 


childhood

For a lifetime.

Serenity, escape...

Non! Rien de rien! Non! Je ne 


regrette rien...