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Prelude
Thirasia
So much silence around
Why?
I'm dying
or is Greece that suicides?
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Take me up to the top of Thirasia
A red flag spurs me
A foamed sea tyrannize me
Two sun embroidered eyes get me drunk
I am a piece of that ground
Dressed for years the black Stone
A cheap mercenary of reason
to nail longing with a spear
to keep gagged under my feet
the cries of love, of life, of fight
I know very well
that the dreams do not escape
but only in a full purple destruction
But now my heart
flustered at the bottom of the sea
comes near to the explosion
"Add some more fuse Dimitris!"
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