Manolis Messinis

That Picture

That child
with the wise sad glance
The one that kept dying slowly-slowly
today it came down from the newspaper photo
and disassembled my house
Food supplies clothing furniture
it gathered them a pile of smithereens mixed up
and obstructed my exit
And the books laughing at me
Then it died out on my armchair
And the books crying
Neither may I burry it
Nor leave it out of my sight
And the books shouting out
Not even bringing it to life again may I
I was thinking…
I was thinking…
And the books leaving

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Transcendences

These are for one to wonder about
those the thought as certainty incubates,

Keep this that I tell you;
it is called fact,
as of those that nurture transcendences:
while running in storm
birds in the sky
don’t you consider them scared

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The Undimmed

In different memories
let fantasy give as many as it wishes, variations:

        To the effervescence of the sea
        touching the fingers of the shadows
        tramping on the keyboards of the hours
        or in a darker shade
        that paints the night sky
        getting deeper and deeper in the horizon

But to that image
my eyes caressed,
to that moment
that lies still on my lips,
fantasy has nothing to affix

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Sensations

I was born between light and darkness

and all that I did not see

I touched it

with the eyes of the soul

The Wise Man Path

The following meetings could possibly have taken place. But if one scholar stated convincing evidence to the contrary, this would not exclude the possibility of taking place in the no distant future. How? What divides us from reality, is nothing more than the thickness of a shadow. We have been brought up with large doses of atomic physics and the principle of indeterminacy launched the nerve cells of our imagination in vortex. Theoretically we could suggest anything about the matter, the space and the time, and based on the math of quantum mechanics we could compute the possibilities of the realization of these meetings. Thus, do not be in a rush to consider as fantastic, the stories which are about to unfold. If these meeting between the distinguished literary figures never actually took place, this only applies to this current dimension of space-time called historial reality and, as we know, there are infinite possible dimensions, which means that these meeting might happen in the future because, as known to whoever exercises the fotces of mind, it's enough to imagine an event to increase the possibilities to make it happen...

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Manolis Messinis