Ιt turned out

 in practice,

how that composes

my personality

it was completely useless

for my life

and its results .....

Only

I do not know how

I feel her children

mine, as if it were!

 Three poetry techniques!

The problem is

how somebody

should overcome

his shadows ....

 And tonight, the wind-master, his 

violin in the foliage and the loop castanets 

on the tiles ... In the wet windows, the lights of Salonika 

dance phantom ...

Woe to those who will not ask why I am returning here

Woe to those who forgot what he did to me

Bad for you if a man like me no longer laughs

Too bad for me growing up with you

ugly one who will tremble because I was born here

He will come and not say who he is

He will come and look for me

I will be there with him to settle the bill 

and then I will leave

Sweet day but I will not live it

The sky is clear that I will not look at

The vendetta never brings peace

It is a road that will not end for me ...

July came in hot.

The pink flamingos, closed the day,

 in the lagoon of Agios Mamas, stepping 

in the fiery sunset ..

Tonight, the sea died.

The lullaby of her roar does not reach here ...

Not a rustle in my trees.

The nightingales and the red-necked animals 

mated and stopped the night owl ...

With all the windows open and the smoke 

from my cigarette, it stands helpless in front of me ...

Not even a little aura outside ...

Only the moon, dry from dew,

gathers lazily cotton from the clouds ... to dress 

on Sunday "the moon of the red deer" ...

The new fluff shines, they say, 

on their backs, like purple velvet ...

And what would I not give now for a

 "Bloody Mary" with crushed ice ...

Let a summer rain dawn tomorrow ... 

Then, I will sleep ...

It finally rained ...

I remember Steinbeck's favorite book, 

''To an Unknown God'…. that when it rained,

 the whole village came out, rolled 

in the mud and made love ... 

 on the veranda and started the sea bream and the stories ...

 I was told that they took the skin out 

of the ewes in his village and they filled them 

with milk to make butter and cheese ... and how 

we grew up with cornbread bobs ...

It's where the drilling broke down and 

all the trees turned yellow as if it were autumn ... 

Tonight we will sleep lightly ... We picked up 

a wet kitten that was crying and took 

out the snout that was 

hidden in the basement from the thunder ...

 The coward lives in the head. 

There are all the excuses for him

 to do nothing,

 to remain stagnant. 

All the "maybe," the "must," live there.

 The security of logic 

to remain a mediocrity 

along with all the mediocrities of the planet. 

All the excuses that luck,

 god, karma are to blame

 for the downstream.

To be courageous, to have courage, 

to dare, means that you have come off your head and 

live with your heart.

 This is the new training:

 Be gentle, be like water.

 The water falls on the rock. 

And the rock looks so strong, so

 aggressive, and the water looks so passive. 

It rolls slowly, nor is it heard. 

No one can imagine that water will eventually win. 

How is it possible for such

 a weak thing to emerge victorious? 

Over time, however,

 the rock disappears and gains water that continues to flow 

smoothly and quietly. Remember 

this all the time: Whenever you start to feel hard, 

immediately relax, so that nothing is heard. 

Even if you lose for a moment to remember

 the water, in the end it always wins.

It is easy to say, "It does not exist

nothing inside to discover,

there is no internal space

 to travel ''.

This denial becomes 

an established belief, it

 becomes your prejudice. 

"There is nothing inside me except my mind 

that creates everything" and this

 thought is a creation of your mind, which 

is self-protecting.

 But if you try to put your mind aside for a while 

then you will discover that there is another world,

 true, unique that 

has no reason to go through the mind. 

The truth is not in the mind, it is in the eyes 

of the soul.

 Until now, 

every emotion came from outside. 

You meet someone you love, 

a friend, and you feel happy.

 It is more magical if you can 

feel good, happy, 

happy,

 for no reason. And this is not something that comes 

from outside, 

it is something that comes 

from deep inside you. 

This happiness, that you do not depend on others,

 lasts because it is 

exclusively yours. 

It happens, for no reason. 

This is meditation.