for Alex Tsiotinis
we can create a new language
we can translate our dreams
and write them on the walls
before we bring them down
we will missbehave like children do
dance in our boulevards
climb on our mountains
striptease in our fountains
our beloved girls will spread
their laughter in the periphery
they will call our names
pour wine for us
and light the candles
we will see then what summer really looks like
as your wish lights the perfect sky.
Giorgos Trikeri.
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