A view towards the medical school in Rio-Patras. From the other side - Antirio.
The poetry is in the picture.



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Pebbles

White and smooth
Under the foot
They swiftly roll
But do not break
And do not crack
Under the pressure
Strong and never alone
They laugh a the waves
Snapping at them.
Together they roll
Even as they get small
Imperceptibly older
Thy laugh and act
Forever young
And forever the same
perfect image
Of a perfect stone
Replicated by mirrors

river run

when the rivers rolls in anger
and the stones run down with him
mother earth senses vibrations
and she'd like to sooth him still

but the dancers stomp their feet
and their thoughts of war sunk deep
while their cries fly with air currents
their heavy hearts cause pressure cracks

they are all calling for a storm
for the clouds to come a knocking
for the winds to come a blowing
for the rain to fall down pouring

and the mother waits through all
cause her voice is damped by age
and her wrinkles wise and soft
she will bear it she'll outlast it

heroes sons she has had before
who fought hard and played and drank
running anger through their veins
daughters waiting by the river

for the peace to reign again

Knock

I knock
At a virtual door
I am but a path
Leading there
There is no threshold
But me taking the step
The right step
Forward
Are you there?
Has the sound of the modem
reached you yet,
Before being superseded
by glasses that project
the caller's face
on the back of your brain?
are you home
are you there ?
If you need me I am
between fast forward
and past perfect
pinging through time.

The boss

We rock back and forth
on the waves of his emotions
they lift us up, then let us down
and we long for the ride

We ride the waves of his emotions
His single voice crashing against
The bars of sand, shells
And rolling stones

What lets him talk
So straight to our hearts
And why and what do we give
In return for his art?

His music flows
Out of his mouth, guitar and heart
his words put fire in young minds
And keep the olden greener than pines

The messages fall through the cracks
Of the imprisoned art
And wants to be free
And we can all help with that

For if his music falls
Into the lakes of our souls
We let the ripples take it
As far as we can

We push it through our minds
And out of the dark
Solitude of the past
We push them out in the world

So they can change that
with our voices
ported by waves
we can change that

metallic girl

The metallic girl can bend, can snap and can cut but she cannot bleed for she has no heart

life simply

life is what happens
sometimes according to your plans
sometimes apparently random
to you and to yours

life is your solid path
through the forest of time
and the golden drops
that slip from your hand
into the sand

life is joy and laughter
the pain and the tear
the bruising of elbows and knees
the getting up and moving on
life if the love that you share
the dawn that you dawn unto others
the smiles that you give and receive
(for you are never really alone)
at sunrise and sunset
intermingled with dreams

Learning to swim

Nobody laughs as sweet as she does
Nobody smiles so gently as him
They roll through my world
Meeting at angles
Learning to swim smoothly
And strongly they will
But it takes some friction
Some patience and sweat
And mostly what we all expect
To give and receive
Lots of love

Kicking

To the bad minutes of the day a kick
To the hurdles you have to jump a kick
To the nonchalance stuck to your face a kick
And a shake and a pass or a goal
If you score or not pick the ball
Now you are ready to go home
Will play some more tomorrow.

running

She was a tree at the edge of the forest
tall and pretty, and a little bit lonely
a few steps ahead of her fellow trees
and a little too close to road

she admired the road, smooth and long
and seemingly leading somewhere
where people longed to go everyday
any sense of the way

she admired those running
with the sun in their hearts in the morning
their hot heels hitting to road
trying to find a sense of direction

but they were all gone too soon
like the rays deviating at sunset
always to soon to hide for the night
and she stayed tall and pretty and lonely

at the edge of the road she was waiting
for something perhaps like the river
with many branches leading to something
she would never know

one day she heard a little voice singing
the bird had brought it from a windwow
where a girls was talking to her tree
one morning in april.

the road, the road must have led to the girl singing
the luscious road, the dusty road
the sunny road, the rainy road
one day will lead to singing.

rain

cry rain cry
for those who dove
into the silent ocean
for those who flew
into the cloudy sky
for us too far
to hug and love them
for us to late
to reach to them
just cry a river
or what else
you rain can do
the clock is ticking
the heart still beating
I am gonna now
run rush to you
who are still near

so little we have given them
so small the tear
so thin the air
peace be with them

summer

running on the Olympic stadium, the first one, at Olympia. two girls giggling among the ancient columns. a boy swinging under an olive tree. a man swimming in the peaceful ionian sea water. old friends who grab time by the leg and keep it still with the power of love. joy of the summer, be with us, in our hearts.

song

hear the song coming up through the trunk of those trees
from the roots to the shoots
from the leaves to the wind
here its hush during fall, during spring

hear the song of the stones rolling in riverbeds
of the toads jumping in, of the fish
springing out for a dance in the the light
in the morning and then again at sundown.

hear the steps of those marching ahead
leaving the wounds behind
their pain could crack mountains, instead
they turn it to music and hum

gently hum now that you've learned
the way this world turns, make your mark
and when you have gathered your breath
raise up from your chair, raise your voice high
and sing tp your liking and track

music

the notes are sparse
the breaks are hard
but some still jump
up in the air
to start a dance
we bow and step
gently forward
we need to sing
so we can dance
our way through
life

love herself

when you feel her cheek
nothing you can think of can be so sweet;
her hair, bouncing in the air
you could not breath without her;
her feet running on roads flat or steep
keep the blood flowing fresh in my body;
her voice deep as the ocean, loud as a drum
tells to my ear i could have never become my true self
if I had not met her - love herself

just be

just be
close to me
no need to do
anything

round and round
the earth goes about
a new day fresh
will start again

peace you feel
if you stand still
but if your fret
the more you sweat

the earth will not
be flooded if a drop
falls on its crust
nor will it dry

because of salty
bitterness
so just sit still
until you feel

the harmony
of the surrounding ocean
and its waves building a column tall
and strong

the soil below
will grow its roots
into your soul
and thus you'll grow

in strength
and faith
and all
my beautiful

link of the day

http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/notrocketscience/

the sounds of winter

crackling sound
of domains splitting
pieces of glass
gliding apart

only the wind
pushes them them float
so far apart
on their perfectly smooth back

there is no abrasion
no holding back
once the cold winds set in
and the ice has cracked

bright

bold to be bright
showing off in the light
cardinals in a tree
looking at me

they dance on the edge
under the eye of the hawk
where the balance tips
in a day from fall to winter

they sing their joy
to be alive, hopeful
that winter will show their bravery
that their energy will last until spring

spring when life will begin anew
when their colored coats will need not
demonstrate their boldness
cardinals in a tree, looking at me

so happy to be

stairs

every morning
when I wake up
a new set of stairs
lies outside my door

i climb and i climb
everyday a little higher
with the secret hope
that it leads to heaven

every now and then
I make mistakes
and need to retake
a couple of steps

the stairs are there
shinning and new, and still
familiar to me since we've shared
each others' company for a while

and while I tend to get tired
at the end of the day
every now and then I sit down
I might as well enjoy the view

while I am here