News Poems 2011-Sakis Athanasiadis Poem by sakis athanasiadis Grecce

NOTHING I hear?

I read your words on screen:
'Your poems are death and life
Chaos and eternal light
Good morning to curse the petty bourgeois. '
I am nothing;
Anything you hear?
Neither a wet line
Nothing.
My eyes burn from the repetition
I grew up waiting for dreams
The nights I sleep naked, always
Cover with words, not cool.
From the way I run on love
And in pain will find me
Joined silence to dig the field
Holidays without anything
With American photocopies
Of your generation.
I am nothing;
Anything you hear?


THE Little Panagiotis

It rains little smiles in the window
Small dancing queens
They hunt in the winter with sharp teeth
Their eyes hidden voices
The sound strengthens
Flowers move
In unfamiliar music
Ready to sing
Little Panagiotis wakes
Heard the voice of summer:
A handful of sun
I came to give you mumble
After leaving
Together with the small queens
Leaving the precious gift of
Child.


Spring came

Wake up with my good mornings
Put some color on windows
Darling
Secret paths eye
Outside the street muttering names
A plane near the sun
Looks a god
Hear the love birds
It's Spring
Arise
The wind blows Life
Came the days when the winters mourn
It's Spring


Red Nights

Now that slept voices
We go from the prison of words
I will write slogans on my body
We dressed discounts revolution.
Tired of the nights the weather
It will help cops
Winners in the civil war battle
To clean the square
From the blood of the Republic.
In the crowd will get lost
Following hurried steps
We smell the future.
Now... the city dressed in red
Unused courtesan
He wakes up from oblivion poets
beg dreams
Roads tomorrow.
Now that the cries are heard clearly
will get out of jail the words
Slipping in the blood of the Republic
will be painted red.