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the same soft full of heat,
even when his place is taken by the moon.
And the camera doesn�t forget its job
even now in front of this grandeur
because it knows,
it has seen many times before,
people separate, to hurt themselves,
to forget what ever they promise,
but memories stay forever.

Shooting in the ancient temple

In between the white celebratory columns,
you dressed in white as well,
your suntanned face is distinguished
and the generous creation of nature.
Your silhouette through the woven,
transparent spider�s web, long dress,
majesty of which even the goddess of
beauty would be jealous of.
Movement so soft, ethereal, full of naivety,
attractive poses
one after the other.

The sun is going to nest
in your long golden hair,
while the cool breeze is blowing,
adding all the colours of nature,
during sunset,
other times to light a halo around you
hiding him with your beauty
leaving only the curves of your body
clearly shown,
other times having him at the height
of your blue eyes,
like touching your hot lips to his lips,
speaking with him from so close,
with closed eyes whispering tenderly,
until he very red faced hides.

And when it becomes darker, the same
tender and beautiful in the arm chair,
in the bed, in the thick carpet

At that time we draw inner serenity
and calmness which he offers
and we are rising higher
having his image
with us as the only existing dimension around us.
From there we will see all the shores
which become a small lucid dot
and it�s march will be outlined
in the dark sky, so as to be
able to narrate all the stories.

The ocean accepts you
warmly and softly
reminding you that maybe
you were born through him.
Look at him, you will judge.

And from the deep water
far out there,
you hear a roar �
something like a grumbling,
the clamour of shells,
piratical shouts and dolphin�s cries,
arias of mermaids and fairies,
the bass voice of Neptune,
kingfishers and seagulls
flying low,
one time here and on time there,
as though they offer
to take you with them.

Autumn

The time is rolling slowly,
without stopping,
our continuous breaking down
into a deadly pause
into a timeless space.

The ignorant ducks
swim slowly in the lake
observing me
with a small agony
due to my brief passing.

The tired mind thinks
if everything could happen
in the name of love
for the human being
and maybe for nature as well,
wouldn�t everything be more beautiful?
(cont.)