strange poetry...

Harmony is a perfect word,
but usually is of potential dislike to me...

I say potential, because I’m not even sure
about its active influence on me...

Positive or negative...

Wonderful stars unroll across the sky
and an old mysterious legend unfolds
in front of my surprised eyes...

I can see the myth...
I can hear the lacrimosa....

I try to smell the halfmoon rose,
but its difficult to trace the source...
I only feel the wild expectation
of immortality...

Eros can be scary...
Pleasure can be ephemerous
but I think the hedonism of perception seduces...

What an apotheosis of senses,
when heart is absent...

Κομματάρα η μουσική…
Ο David Gilmour τα δίνει όλα
με τη Fender strat....
Shine on you... for ever