The Journey

A single stride Petralona - Thission,

two strides Syngrou - Kaisariani

deep in my mind the archive

Sunday is always cloudy.

Don’t  look at me with brimming eyes

I have them stamped on my heart, 

our lost dreams.

Early in the morning I’ll go for a walk

I’ll take a distant road

I’ll say goodbye to my friends

I’ll stop to rest before dusk falls.

On my long journey

when I am alone with Death

I’ll smoke my last cigarette.....