29 .............................. Σχολή Ομόδους - Απεήτειο Γυμνάσιο Αγρού ............................................................... Scattered roses, wine in a glass I dig into my thoughts and you are always there, my beloved friend You my friend My heart can smell the burnt earth, the wilderness of the forest the pain of the tree I'm hurt by the loss of the unaware birds I'm hurt by the ashes in the blurry waters I'm hurt by the blackness of the scared roses by the frightening barking of the dog by the heartache for the human Your figure stands in front of me once again, Patroclus looking and pointing at the mountain covered in snow roses scattered everywhere, wine in a glass the lyre touching the fingers a crack in the light a shield to oblivion These wounds of the earth our wounds may they heal Σχολή Ομόδους
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