This all an act
You are being paid to be romantic
like studing someone's shadow
Her parents neglected him.

How often does desire
arise
to cover having nothing to say...
Under my skin
i felt that
old insinuating heat,
near silence
long episodes of make-believe
things we'd just seen in the other.

Beyond the
heavily tinted windows
in the rapidly winter afternoon
the city appeared
to be smoky.

As vaguely defined
at the edges as piles
of ancient ruins entwined
with ivy
shrouded with moss.

The morning sunshine
angled among the needled
branches of the
evergreens
flaring and flickering
across the windshield.
The swift play of bright light
and shadow was frenetic.
The past remained alive....

Watching as lighting flowered softly
under the clouds
on the leading edge
of the storm front.....
What about this ''tape'' of the conversation
between twp lovers?

Οι πιο αυθεντικές φωτογραφίες του ανθρώπου είναι οι ψεύτικες......ΓΙΑΝΝΗΣ ΜΠΑΚΑΛΗΣ

My weary eyelids
draw towards the evening....
Shadows in fleeting bands
upon the winds....
Silent following
struggling times....
Hard to think...