24 October, 2009

Mia aioniotita kai mia mera

"I film, or go on filming, to soften the flight of time"

Theodoros Angelopoulos

The last resplendent morning star
heralded the coming of the sun on high
No mist or shadow dared to mar
the sheer perfection of the cloudless sky
from where a gentle breeze would blow
caressing the faces down below
as if to murmur into the heart's recesses
Life is sweet and death is blackness.

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