Calligraphy of waves
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Fokas Nikos poetry
Summer '99
With my own free will, each morning I create The vineyards and the olive groves as though on a black canvas, – Just like a painter, leaving no gaps. From time to time A colorful bird (that too my own invention) Falls heavily on the foliage. Like a kite out of the stillness.
Other creations, (open sea, sky, mountain slopes, Visages of this land, parents and friends) Through my free will they all appear perfectly natural – While the breeze (yet another invention of mine) Drifting across the face of the sea Ruffles in places the seamless serenity. (...)
Translation: Nikos Fokas & Don Schofield and John Theocharis |
...η μελέτη του σώματος δίνει την αίσθηση ανείπωτης περιπλοκής...
Φρ. Νιτσε
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