Τὸ ξέρω. Τὸ δοκίμασα. Δὲν ὠφελεῖ. Ἄφησέ με νἄρθω μαζί σου ~ Η Σονάτα του Σεληνόφωτος
Lisa
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless. Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done. Thee fully forth emerging, silent gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death, and the stars. - Walt Whitman
Τετάρτη 1 Απριλίου 2020
April
EDITORIAL
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land,
mixing memory and desires, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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