Εκπαιδευμένοι στο οίδημα

Δευτέρα, Ιουνίου 05, 2023

In memory of the poet #Nazim_Hikmet, who died like today 3rd of June 1963

" You "

You are my enslavement and my freedom.

You are my flesh burning like a raw summer night.

You are my country.

You are the green silks in hazel eyes.

You are big, beautiful and triumphant.

And you are my sorrow that isn't felt

the more I feel it.

Τζα, γυρνώντας από τη δουλειά... Κάτι άρχισε να κάνει το γυμναστήριο 😂

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