exception to the poem rule: there is light

cape Hatteras

cape hatteras old lighthouse

cape lookout

Patras

Nafpaktos




Ocracoke, Bodie, Currituck...

There is a light that takes me back to the places where I belong.
To learn more about the NC lighthouses see the US Coast Guard website at
Historic Light Station Information & Photography: NORTH CAROLINA
To learn more anout Greece's lighthouses see the page made by Pavlidis Savas on

Traditional Greek Lighthouses.

days of the wolf

the same forest everyday
you cross in a stroll
some days you enjoy the walk
free of care and with joy in your heart
as if clouds were not even an entrance
in your dictionary of moods;
some days you are so full of song
that you forget the advice of your mom
and go deep in the forest just to see
what there is to see
and you always come home
at the end of the day
from the same path
you have always known.

some days have a tone of gray
and then you know these are
days of the wolf
when you know you shall fear an assault
and beware of strangers
or even friends with too sweet the words.
you walk more alert
and you do sometimes shiver
but this make the pace of your walk somehow better
and you always come home
on the path that you have already known.

some days the fear of the wolf is so strong
that the forest so normally quiet
seems to whisper in your ear
at times that you least expect
advice on where you should step
if you ever want to get
wherever you wanted to go in first place;
sometimes the fear of the wolf
makes you go to strange places
behave in strange manners
or just open up and ask help
from total strangers;

if you walk straight
keep your head up
and trust intact
no matter how much you shake
you will eventually find
the right path and go wherever you wanted
or if needed turn back
to the path you always trusted.
don't let the fear of the wolf change you
just walk crefully step after step
and trust that you'll get
into the light.

this one

This one little girl
all giggles or screams
quickly balances
between the extremes.
it is not my intent
to judge or criticise her
my only dream
is to put in writing her picture.

she has a few spaghetti curls
but otherwise
she's basically made
out of tortellini.
her smile is a twisted
candy cane;
her eyes are liquidy chocolate,
her tummy is full of bananas.

her shoes come attached to thin legs
they're lollipops and she is changing the flavors
as often as you are changing your socks.
she does things all by herself
for which I am grateful and ready to kiss
her marshmallow cheeks.

romantic soul garden

I do my gardening in the most chaotic fashion
whenever my friends will drop by and give me a seed
I will put is aside for a while or feel forced to plant it at once
depending on the width of their smile and the urgency suggested by it.

wherever loving words fall from their flight roses tend to grow
but wintery fights help lots of weeds engulf the sweet plants in a circle of mistrust,
wherever swords words fall, the ground who gets wounded tends to forget
about its ultimate goal and it leaves place to desert unless I water it with forgiveness.

my garden, my garden at the crossroad of lives
whom shall you touch if not those who take care of the patch
whom shall you teach about pruning and weeding and the efforts it takes
the patience and song and the many steps to the fountain and back ?

Lucio Dalla

In his voice I hear
the many grains of salt
taken out from the sea and dried by the sun
on all of these beaches where his feet took him
at times pushing against the wind;
or peacefully sat - streching a minute well into sunset.

I feel the dust of the city
sitting in a superficial layer
atop of his notes and this makes me trust
that the words I can hear rolling in the air
from the tip of his tongue and experience of others
come from this very real world we share all of us.

Storms passed over his head,
few thoughts stopped entagled in his beard,
but the joy of living in this world of ours
still wakes him up and opens his windows
in the gentle air of the Sunday mornings he brings
in our souls with his songs - for which I bring thanks.

Five

The first trial to find
through the rule of fives
who I am may lead somewhere
and if not to far I have just found out
its hard to find five bloggers to ask the same.

Let me say thing one: I have no patience
and sometimes no prudence;
somedays I explode
into the world with a dream
clearly writen on my forehead;

the second is that my friends
are so few that they are becoming
transparent, ready to fade
or rather evaporate through the curtains
in the outside world;

the third is that I find in hard in this twirrling world
to stop their dance, this dervish dance
and have them at home on a couch
for a cup of tea or coffee and
the opening of hearts;

the fourth is that even though
I have been burried under an ocean
of silence I still think that one day
I will open my mouth to say all the words
that my friends were waiting for and they will forgive.

in other words I believe that true love
encompasses redemption;
has hidded powers and can cross oceans
erase the time stamps on unwritten letters
smooth wrinkles.

The fifth thing I say in a wisper
I am afraid to share some of my dreams;
I wish I was all crystall clear but I am not
and therefore I work on washing away things I want not
in my mind. Meanwhile I am afraid I will forget.

colors of truth

Strange lady - reality
does not always wear
the colors we'd like her to.
it is up to us to open our eyes
and look at what we dare;
have our share of its beauty
sometimes cruelty;
in truth her colors
are what the artist sees of them
when he decides to paint
her portrait on his canvas.

Alone

photo credits Mellik Tamas

when you are alone
the sound of your thoughts
like a bell in a tower
makes you aware
of who you are;
happiness rarely
visits isolated towers
but if you make your thoughts
chime in an alert rhytm
your friends gather around
dispersse the loneliness
and threaten to change
who you are.
ready to change?

the powers in you

photo credits Mellik Tamas


In your hands
the power to change;
in your legs
the power to move;
in your mind
the power to shape
the world -
your world.
in you I trust
that you will know
to choose where to go
and where not to;
in you I trust
that you will choose
your friends,
and change your ennemies
into friends;
that you will avoid
indiferrence;
your heart has the strength
to love many people;
yor tongue can talk
kind words
your acts can be good
and stay with your people;
your eyes have the skills
to open each morning
the gates to a new world
of beauty;
just take the patience
to add to it everyday
a drop of love,
and a couple more
of sweat when you make
the powers in you
work.

Ana

she has the simplest name
and the most straightforward smile;
she laughs from her heart
and cries with all her strength,
she runs and she dances
like a butterfly in the sun;
in the light that makes her grow
always true to her heart.
as for me I am learning
from the young soul she has
to clean mine with water
never as as pure as her heart

light

The light of my life
shines in your eyes
the warmth that I need
I feel when you encircle
me in your arms;
the softest whisper
I can hear is the touch
of your hands;
(those gentle hands
can move mountains)
the power to give
love - you have given to me
as well as the promise
that toghether we shall be
strong and quite possibly
happy.

breath

Take a deep breath
and learn to live
calmly and dearly
at the edge of the forest;
learn to breath slowly
as your arms grow
as long as the branches
longing for sun.
open your chest
with air
fill up your mind
with light.
at times
learn that it's good
to close your eyes
relax in the dark
till it is time
to rise and shine
again
with a new force
and new love
for life.