spring poppies by Susan Hazard
i just can't decide. I'm thinking in English, i' m writing in Greek. I must decide. I'm writing in English i' m thinking in Greek. Some art might help. Art speaks to the heart. Art takes you to another level. That's the meaning of Art. At least that should be.
Bad English or bad mood? Hope tomorrow spring will take me higher...
English that follows our thoughts, plain simple thoughts it should be.
ReplyDeletefeellings for immoral hearts and moral tissues of word complex feeding thy soul
something has to pass by, so something has to be missed
what will heart our feelings should also practically lift up our ego higher
See the clouds, this clouds are inside you they are not really there, cause english
is just another confused story of your inner self
Joy, the division of aroma strunglers, the fotrune that becomes so independently your path
Aroma , the path of a strangely high wave to take you appart, to fall you apart
what happens when ambulances take the hike, consider it
while you drinking your next joy.
I intended to write you about a συνταγη, but when i read your other blog site
just that came to my mind.
By Kostas Koutsoukos