The Living Dead

ενα ποιημα στα αγγλικα

what is in the air?

what are we?

what happened during the past?

are we home already?

was it that fast?

will it happen again?

are we dead?

what are we?

a black hole with paralel realities or a sheep that was raised by a holy ghost?

πειτε μου αν σας αρεσει. ωεω. δεν με πηρα ο υπνος αποψε και ειπα να γραψω ενα ποιημα.

Ωραιο, ειδικα στον τελευταιο στιχο. Τον τριτο θα τον αλλαζα λιγακι.

Νωρις ξυπνησα παλι.

I used to see birds with my eyes. Nowadays I can only hear them sing.