Α door to the past.
my gorgeous brunette,
you did not fool me,
I know that you got the key,
the key that opens the door
to the past.
A past in which alas,
I lost you forever…
It seems that forever does not
mean never….
It was forty years ago,
where from the ship's bow,
I was watching you
[on the pier crying,
because you were realizing
[that our love was dying….
I was leaving away,
going to California,
[Harbor Bay
and who knows where after that ..
The round earth seemed to me flat,
because for years our ship
[would never come to an end,
so I lost you, just like every friend....
But tell me,
[how do you remain the same?
How does your love,
[keep the same flame?
Please do not tell me that I'm dreaming,
not now that hope.....
....and happiness are teaming.
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* Extract from "The Broken Mooring Line", an experiential poetic work
by Odysseus Heavilayias. / page c4 / e-mail: od.heavilayias@yahoo.com /
Language adjustments and text adaptation Kellene G Safis,
Digital adaptation and text editing Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga
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The Tales of a Greek Sailor
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