Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
I could see the sky
littered with stars
mirroring their flickering lights
on the vast expanse of the blue
on a stormy night
when angry winds tear off
the last leaves
from the chilly branches
hear in the silence
of gloomy nights
violins playing
if only I could see
still burn in your eyes
the passion of one time
barefoot walk along desolate moors
climb up mountains
if you were there
waiting for me
go along the paths of the world
like a crusader
in search of the holy grail
to win back that love
you gave me once
@ Maria Miraglia
