You Dawn


Ruth Sancho

(From Tayrona National Park. Colombia)

The Tayrona dawns from under your skin,
Through each one of your mango kisses,
With the tingling of your fingertips
walking the subtle paths of pleasure
transporting the green sighs of your freshness.

It dawns within your eyes,
Where the night fireflies are hidden,
From the inner tide of your look
carrying me out
with the swell of your blink
to the deepest bed of a blissful ocean.

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The City


Manolis Aligizakis,

You said: “I’ll go to another land, to another sea;
I’ll find another city better than this one.
Every effort I make is ill-fated, doomed;
and my heart —like a dead thing—lies buried.

How long will my mind continue to wither like this?
Everywhere I turn my eyes, wherever they happen to fall
I see the black ruins of my life, here
where I’ve squandered, wasted and ruined so many years.”

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Golden Kiss


Manolis Aligizakis

He threw his hat on the chair
took off his shirt to reveal
his tan breast where a cross shone
reflecting brightness of the sun
and his heart pulsed in a different mode
when she walked to him and
placing her finger over the venerable spot
kissed his lips saying: I miss you

Manolis Aligizakis


A picture like you


You’re a silent picture of profound green
offered to a man sublime
instantly adorned in the nick of time

by the morning dew…

But this silent picture of profound blue
thoughts that pitched to a last goodbye
leaving loose all threads in a mystic vie

to a lucky few…

Whilst this silent picture of profound red
a remarkable detachment
in the tenet pure attachment

lives anew…

Oh my silent picture of profound white
coming constantly aberrant and fragile
as eliciting a smile

all from me to you…

(c) Iakovos Garivaldis

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We were ready to merge but she stopped me.
‘I haven’t finished looking at you,’ she said.

Dazed in her aura
She saw her image stamped deep
On my molten heart.

Caught licking my dry upper lip
She caressed my burning cheeks.
I was like a rock in the sea beaten
By the waves of desire from every side.

Defenceless I was thinking that
All things are susceptible to Love:
Fire, water even the polar caps.

You might think I’m weak but am not.
Because no one ever has and no one ever will
Escape love not while there is beauty
And not while eyes can see.

Nicholas Fourikis

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I was a sphinx gazing at

The desert of my discontent
Before I tasted your lips.

After you kissed me
Everything changed:
The desert is a savanna now
And I sing the fandangos of our love.

“Only the written kisses
Survive the brief
Incandescent alchemy
Of human passion,”
The poets claimed

But that is not true
‘Cause when you look at me, I burn,
You touch me, and I’m caught.

Poets, what do they know
About love.

But I can excuse them
Because they cannot hear
The fandangos of our love.

And never tasted
The nectar of your soul.

Nicholas Fourikis

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