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Σοῦ ἔλεγα τότε τὴν ἀλήθεια.


– Ὄχι, μοῦ ἔλεγες
τὰ πουλιὰ φυτρώνουν
τὰ γουρούνια πετᾶνε
τὰ λουλούδια περπατᾶνε
οἱ ἄνθρωποι, λένε πάντα ψέματα

2 σχόλια:

erin είπε...

but then to meet the one who tells the truth)))

your photograph paired with this music (which moves through me always) brings me to a special place of peace.

xo
erin

by day i am nothing and by night i am i είπε...

oh, I have already met him, erin : ))
but I never forget that sometimes truth is mistakenly considered as reality.