| Author: | Nina Yiannopoulou | ISBN: | 9781483633213 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris UK | Publication: | May 10, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris UK | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nina Yiannopoulou |
| ISBN: | 9781483633213 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris UK |
| Publication: | May 10, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris UK |
| Language: | English |
My Meadow: The eternal landscape of our souls under the sunlight and darkness of the aspects of modern life, such as SOCIAL AND ECONOMIC CRISIS: And we were wondering what were the first of us following? We didnt know, not even this time. FAMILY: Your fears are the robbers of my happiness, Mum. Send them to prison and give me a hug. LOVE: Additionally, loves cosmogonic action finally induces catharsis or disaster like every healthy storm. TRAVELLING: A take-off thats the point. Whichever take-off but now. SCIENCE: Whenever time drifts by you it becomes integral and moist. Whenever you push the time you find it uncompressed. ART: I think that this is the way that poetry is used to appear. Through cracks. On the wall. ILLUSIONS: Panthers with chained hunger stalk the end of the party. ENVIRONMENT: But you arent listening to me, city, you arent. And you are making noise. If you cant speak spotlessly, at least shut up. MOURNING: Acceptance of the perishable stoically, reception of the death well meaning. Perhaps even for the most beloved. And coconuts in free fall.
My Meadow: The eternal landscape of our souls under the sunlight and darkness of the aspects of modern life, such as SOCIAL AND ECONOMIC CRISIS: And we were wondering what were the first of us following? We didnt know, not even this time. FAMILY: Your fears are the robbers of my happiness, Mum. Send them to prison and give me a hug. LOVE: Additionally, loves cosmogonic action finally induces catharsis or disaster like every healthy storm. TRAVELLING: A take-off thats the point. Whichever take-off but now. SCIENCE: Whenever time drifts by you it becomes integral and moist. Whenever you push the time you find it uncompressed. ART: I think that this is the way that poetry is used to appear. Through cracks. On the wall. ILLUSIONS: Panthers with chained hunger stalk the end of the party. ENVIRONMENT: But you arent listening to me, city, you arent. And you are making noise. If you cant speak spotlessly, at least shut up. MOURNING: Acceptance of the perishable stoically, reception of the death well meaning. Perhaps even for the most beloved. And coconuts in free fall.
