δύναμη σπόρου αποταμιευμένου

οδυσσέας ζερβός

απέραντη η λαχτάρα μου
και πως να την χωρέσω
σε ένα βίο σύντομο;
δεν έχω να επιλέξω!

στοχάζομαι ατενίζοντας βουνά
τα «εγώ» δεν με πάνε πουθενά

ήρεμα Ζω πνέω ερωτευμένα
η διαίσθηση κι ο λόγος μου
ποτέ ευνουχισμένα

έξι ζωές Ζω εδώ και τώρα
δεν περιμένω άλλη καμιά

στο όνειρο όταν φεύγω
καρδιά σε συμμαζεύω

 

https://odysseaszervos.wordpress.com/2016/02/16/stored-grain-strength/

In honor of refugees

Flowers float in the Mediterranean Sea in honor of refugees lost while making the perilous journey to Europe. Last night more than 80 Syrians and Palestinians refugees have drowned in the Mediterranean close to the Libyan shores trying to reach Europe.

Among them was perhaps a new friend, a doctor that would heal you, a friendly face in the neighborhood.

A term like ‘refugee’ can so easily obscure the full humanity of the one to which it is applied.

They were members of the same human family as you and I, caught by accident in a certain time and place not of their choosing.

What last thoughts about their fellow humans did they have as they were tossed by waves?

When your world turns dark, what kind of people would you hope there would be?

(via art-centric)

 

http://alongtimealone.tumblr.com/post/139517168904/redshift-13-unrar-flowers-float-in-the