Widened Soc-eyesight

Revolutions don’t need guns; just wider society’s “eyesight” Progress and regression are holding hands.Society walks on both philanthropic and misanthropescenic paths.Viruses are real, and so are the interests of the minority they serve.Every crisis has people who make a fortune in parallel.Smartphones and laptops are steps forward,but for these, poor workers in Africa suffer toΣυνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «Widened Soc-eyesight».

On Behalf Of The Parthenon

Parthenon’s poetic monologue(…as it was formed in my mind to cover a need of mine; the Parthenon itself doesn’t need to express anything. It just is. And it makes its strong statements just by that) Barbarians, Christians, Franks,Turkish, Venetians, and British.My wounds have many names,but they were all barbaric.So many people passed and left marksofΣυνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «On Behalf Of The Parthenon».


The watered-down seed Under this celestial roof,where beasts and monsters breathe,where dragons wait around the corner,and wolves search for the sheep,where Cyclops eat human flesh,and Minotaur’s labyrinths are built,where Hydras wait in the lake Lernawith their poisoned breath to kill,where Medusas turn men into stonelooking at them directly,and Pandora’s boxes release cursesas an answer toΣυνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «Possibility».

Unsatisfied, unexplored selves

If I was a circle I could rolland play collecting grass;I‘d travel all around the world,visiting places, using no compass. These thoughts were swirling in the mindof a triangle equilateralthat imitated the humans around itwho always want a self that’s collateral. A circle was rolling in another page of the notebook,praying for getting stuck inΣυνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «Unsatisfied, unexplored selves».

A walk Between The Two Hemispheres

I walk on the path between the two hemispheresthat mistakenly seem just material and too earthly.It looks they are that when one is louder than the other,when the one rules, keeping its pair almost silent.I sense processes, vibrations in my whole body;the place is pulsating, in symphony with my heartbeat.I touch, I observe, I surrenderΣυνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «A walk Between The Two Hemispheres».