Παρασκευή, 7 Σεπτεμβρίου 2012

Peace


Peace,
Primitive sparkle in mind
Figure invisible in the glance.

Peace,
Moments breathe without start and end
Lonely flower lost in the labyrinth of the city
Plashing surrounded by some purple clouds

Peace,
White motif of passing-by pigeons,
Corolla bright in every sun’s crown.

Kostas Bouzas: 1994
Τranslation: G. Matraka

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