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| Dimitra Koliastasi |
WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING OUT THERE?
What a century it is out there.
Rodas don`t smell the same anymore.
What a century it is out there.
And the horizon keeps getting smaller.
What a century it is out there.
Where the wind drags sighs behind him.
What a century it is out there.
Where are the dreams?
They no longer make you passionately chase them.
What a century it is out there.
Where even our breath tightens us like a noose.
What a century it is out there.
Where silence becomes silent rage.
What a century he`s doing outside.
And the songs have no more music.
What a century it is out there.
And the kids don't play in the yards anymore.
What a century he's doing outside.
And the frost grows in the souls.
What a century it is out there.
And fear paralyzes life.
What a century it is out there.
And the nightingales stopped chirping.
What a century it is out there.
And everything changed form.
What a century it is out there.
And the darkness the light.
Relentlessly claims.
What a century it is out there.
And the flame of desire.
It's long gone.
What a century it is out there.
I don`t know, don`t ask me.
Every century.
He has his countless open wounds.
What a century it is out there.
I don`t know, I answered you.
Every century has its dark moments.
Copyright Dimitra Koliastasi.
