terça-feira, 1 de novembro de 2016
By Konstantinos Spiliotis (Nafplio, Greece)
I become the wind
And before I touch the sun,
I caress the forests,
I have a soul,
I am the soul of beauty.
What I know well is how to feel,
even in the embrace of loneliness.
If you hurt me I will leave you.
If you seduce me I will belong to you.
But remember this :
Always I'm free !