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
© Manolis Messinis