Altered memories Sitting up high, voiceless on a bench, just outside of Athens It’s night-time and I’m alone tired once again The city is miserable, crouching people without a horizon ahead they clasp their hands in absolute silence in hussle and madness storm and chaos A dangerous repetition A void an escape I talk to you - we meet Altered memories favourite voices A landscape in the sun’s gaze a landscape under the moonlight the wind caresses the loose hair the night hugs the silence the senses come together as if in a waltz The horizons ahead a goodbye .................. Λύκειο Σολέας .................................................................................................................
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