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The long hours, the days and nights,

seem to be flying by at this place.

They are carried away to naught and

apeiron, the river of time, in whose

passing nothing is left standing but

some memories.

It is with memories we live and

it is with them we die, and one day we'll

also eventually become a memory that

will dim and vanish into thin air.

I sit here for, oh so long, talking to your soul

not so much because I want you to listen to me

but so that others that reside all around you will.

I want them to become my confessors,

my silent co-conspirators, to comfort

me with their present absences.

The moments that I live here are like

"a marriage of heaven and hell," if one

is to believe William Blake.

Heaven is you, hell is

my inability to reach you.

Lakis

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I loved you with a love

beyond love

beyond words the

way that only people

with sacred passions can.

I loved you like the

rising of the sun and

a breath of the wind

like earth and the ocean

and a nightingale's song

like everything beautiful

that surrounds us

and lives through us.

I could feel your being in mine.

Lakis

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We were sitting under clear skies that

were swimming in galaxy wide oceans of

stars and the light of a huge indiscreet moon

was caressing our faces as it was gently

passing through tree branches

thick with leaves and whispers.

You were crying in my arms and I was

trying hard to dry your tears while

listening to your rapid breathing unable to

console you in my silent manner.

As a moment of pure magic one of the

best that any man has ever lived

that's how I see our first meeting

the birth of something big and real.

Two great unknowns became familiar

with each other in the land of tears

in order to be reborn in the sea of joy.

Lakis

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As the darkness becomes deeper.

As the stars make their glory more

apparent on the blanket of the sky.

As my heart is struggling under

the heavy sheet of abandonment.

As all of the above transpire my

thoughts follow yet again the

well-trodden paths of times past

I remember the few but extraordinary

things moments silences we shared.

It may sound strange but I

only have happy memories of you.

I loved you so that it could

be no different.

You were my shelter and

my raging sea.

My welcoming harbor and

my rolling thunder.

You were the only reason the

sun shone on my

psyche's shore.

Lakis

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I look at the stars as

one after the other

almost shyly start to

show their faces

on the city sky.

If what they say is true

if every time a child is

born on this earth a

new star appears in

the heavens above

then I wonder which

star lost its glow

and faded away

when you died.

I'm so sad that

I have chosen from

the skies above the

brightest of stars to

shed for you

their sorrowful light.

Lakis

PS: The lines in italic were written by Greek poet Maria Polydouri

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I close my eyes.

The real world turns

black but through this

darkness emerges like a

shining light you.

Your essence.

You are smiling and the air

all around me changes scent

it carries yours.

The birds I can now hear

sing with your voice.

I feel a hot breath on my neck

and as I open my eyes

it all dissolves.

For how long will you

beloved

haunt my life

my every waking moment

and my dreams?

LF

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If we were spirits

you and I

we would set wings

in our own secret skies

we would find or create

our own paradise and

we would build a world

so full of beauty that in

front of it the colors of

the rainbow would pale.

LF

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My poet and painter of my dreams

they say that paper has no soul

but they are wrong.

These pages are more alive than

anything I know than

anything I ever knew.

They have my scent

they carry my thoughts

they hide your omnipresence

they see my tears and feel

my pain and joy.

This paper I'm writing on is

like a beating heart it is all

the world and everything within it.

Soulless is what soulless people call it.

Lakis

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I would like to hug you

kiss you caress your hair

dive full of love into your

eyes express my gratitude to

you for being here for being you

but I won't.

Instead I'll keep filling my journal

with these thoughts safe in the

knowledge that they'll remain hidden.

This is my silent way of saying the

myriad Thank You's that I feel I owe you.

If you have by some miracle become the

listener of my soul

then this thing here is going to be my

secret confessor something/someone that

will never speak

aloud unless I want them to reveal

my hidden truths

the things that are better left unsaid.

I am but a flower that slowly fades away

consumed by a secret poison.

Lakis

The last two lines are by Greek poet Maria Polydouri

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Nature is the only thing that can

bring me a little bit of comfort at

dark times like these.

The cool breath of air

the cricket's song

the sound of a distant melody

they all shout out to me that

life is here

and exploding with beauty.

I search deep inside of me to

find the balsam for this desolation

the lost way to love

to rediscover the ingredients of a

happiness that I hardly got to

experience in the first place.

LF

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It's difficult almost impossible for me to

get used to the idea of your absence.

He that used to go away often and for long

has remained and those who always stayed

have departed for a trip with no return.

Life is mocking us.

Pain is not always bad sometimes it's even good

it makes us stronger but it becomes crippling once

the threads that bind us are shred to pieces.

What joy could follow a pain such as this?

How could a smile again blossom on my lips?

Whose sun could shed its light on my life's path?

Which soul could caress mine?

Oh, why should I lead a poisonous life?

LF

PS: The last line is from Greek poet Maria Polydouri

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I used to count life

by the second while

I was with you.

I wanted to know how

many seconds minutes hours days

of happiness I had lived.

It wasn't many.

And now as I talk to you about all this

I place my life at your feet and forgive me

human as I am if I hurt.

How could I not be in pain

having loved thus much?

I cherish today's misery

just as much as the incomplete

happiness of yesterday.

L.F.

PS: The text in Italics was written by Greek poet Maria Polydouri.

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I would sit in a train watching the

scenery hurriedly passing by

before my misty eyes

and think about you.

I would fly towards distant lands

looking at the clouds beside me

the sea and the earth below

and think about you.

I would walk in green fields

and deserted beaches

I would climb up mountains

and go down ravines

and think about you.

I wanted us to share the same

images to live the same sunsets

to experience the same things

to rise together to the heights

of our collective imagination.

Lakis

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Everything reminds me of you

all of you.

And every single thing cries out to me:

you are alone.

This mask of sorrows has become one

with my face but I know that one day

I will expel it,

I will get used to the new order of things

and get on with my life but of course

I will never forget.

Your name keeps running in circles

in my mind I can hear it whispered

by the wind

sang by the birds and I can see it

written on this land by the raindrops.

I wonder if you have at last found salvation

my love. My love!

How ironic is it that I never called you

that when you were still alive and yet here

I am doing it now.

The distances that tear us apart and

bind us together.

Everything can be spoken when one

no longer has anything to lose.

Lakis

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This night is like the ones that

preceded it deadly quiet.

The heaven above is dressed in

cloudy gray and the stars just

like yesterday are casting their

light on some distant skies.

It's as if the elements can feel

my pain and are trying to silently

show me that they stand by my side.

Raindrops have started their slow dance.

A light drizzle.

The tears of the skies come cold

and gentle to wash over my

unsettled being and bring joy to

"the grass, the handkerchief of the lord,"

in the words of Whitman.

I welcome them as the blessing that they are.

Lakis

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They say that death is the ultimate limit.

Well, I refuse to acknowledge it.

Limits were invented to keep us

enslaved in cages not of our own making.

Beyond all, above all is love, and it knows no limits.

It pays no heed to the No's and the Don'ts,

it doesn't know what Must means.

We put labels on love, the fools.

As if we don't know that love is the thing

that words are too inadequate to describe.

It lies beyond place, beyond time!

Lakis