Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
My mind is bored
With the fragrance of flowers,
The harp of the clouds rises and rings
To the rhythm of the swaralipi.
Seeing the mountains, my heart is fascinated
With the green call,
Come to the air,
The sun sinks into the ocean water
The evening lamp sets.
At night, on the blue sheet,
The water is painted with the colors of the lotus,
That’s why today, when I see it, I think
My mind is a poet
