Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
To a beautiful life who was dancing on my finger, but with a sad ending
Life is the art of Ephemerality,
Came in an instant,
Gone in an instant.
No time to worry too much,
Any beauty,
It all happened inadvertently,
Then it ended in silence.
In a bright place,
There’s also death and sin;
In a dark corner,
There’s also a warm sense.
Like the moon in the distance,
Perched on the treetops;
Her light is close in the palm,
But can’t hold her love from the chains.
