Τετάρτη, 20 Μαρτίου 2013

civil war or civil peace?



she arrived at the train station fashionably late. muses need not follow clocks or deadlines as long as they smell nice and walk like dancers. she ordered a strawberry daquiri and started talking about a movie I haven't seen and a romance gone wrong. she opened her hand bag to take out one of her long cigarettes. she tried to hide the flower her lover had offered to her. I pretended not to notice.
   spring is a season for blooming, ice cream and walks. bugs are happy, tennis players are happy, school-children and puppies are happy. I know nothin' about nothin' but I know it well.
Spring is a happy season even for soldiers in hell.

Giorgos Trikeri
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