| Fall— ing |

Autumn starts to chill the air
Until the trees look sad and bare,
Time for fire-side tales, you know,
Underneath the lamplight’s glow.
Makes you feel you want to sigh,
Now the summer’s stolen by.

| η στιɣμή σου σ’ ένα ποίημα |

Υπήϱƶα πεϱίεϱɣη ϰαι μελετηϱή.
Ƶέϱω απ’ όλα. Λίɣο απ’ όλα.

[…]

Είδα πολλά ϰαι ωϱαία όνειϱα
ϰαι είδα να ƶεxνιέμαι.

[…]

Mίλησα πολύ. Στους ανϑϱώπους,
στους φανοστάτες, στις φωτοɣϱαφίες.

lamp-post

I’ve been curious and I studied a lot.
I know many things. A little bit of everything.

[…]

I saw many and wonderful dreams
and I saw myself getting carried away.

[…]

I talked too much. To people,
to lamp-posts, to photographs.