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’m free!

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 !

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