Adolescent Angeliki through poems

Even if I don’t know where to reach,how to reach, what to choose, I fumble…

I see you knit chrysanthemums and liliesin your golden curls.Innocent girl, rose unwithered

I cannot sleep tonightvivid sensations lay bare before mehidden in the dark …

To get drunk from the tear of the starsand from the erotic associationsof Avgerinos and Puglia

In the inaction in my sleepin the inertia of my darknessyou require commitment debilitating