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10/11/2025

The Battle of the Soul
I invite you to a fight, not with swords or poor words,
but with the light of my love, which burns ceaselessly, strongly.
I challenge every doubt, every shadow of this world,
to fight this feeling, the eternal, the absolute treasure.
Come, array me with fears, obstacles and difficulties,
throw against me a thousand bitternesses and lonelinesses.
See how my own love, an impenetrable fortress, stands,
how every attack of yours, like a wave on a rock, withstands.
Because my love is not a whisper in a fleeting air,
it is a cry of my being, true, deep, endless, beautiful.
It is the blood that flows, the pulse that paints my existence,
the compass that always points, only to you, my breath.
Try to bend it, if you can, with the gravity of time,
you will see how it blooms stronger, through the labor of pain.
Because its truth is written with diamond ink,
on the canvas of my soul, a sparkling, eternal light.
This struggle has no end, neither winner nor loser,
only the proof of love, which I eternally await for you.
See it in my eyes, feel it in my beating heart,
you are my only truth, and no power changes it, nor destroys it.

06/11/2025

The Kiss of Immortality

In the garden of the soul, where time fades,
a mortal form, sunk in lethargy.
And you, sweet Love, with angel wings,
touch my lips, light of the ages beyond.
Like a Pieta that awakens with divine breath,
your touch brings life back to earth.
My soul is reborn from the dust,
and your love, a balm, heals wounds.
On the canvas of heaven, a painting by Giotto,
our kiss stands, an unshakable beacon.
Death has been defeated, life triumphs,
in the fountain of youth, your heart bathes.
It is no longer decay that captivates us,
but your immortality that defines me.
With the honey of ambrosia on my lips,
I become immortal, yours forever, friend.
Like a marble statue by Michelangelo,
I come alive in the light, with the grace of an angel.
The "kiss of immortality", a sacred promise,
from mortal existence, to eternal life.

06/11/2025

the kiss of immortality
"The kiss of immortality" refers primarily to the myth of Eros and Psyche from ancient Greek and Roman mythology.
In this myth:
The mortal Psyche (representing the human soul) is subjected to a series of trials by the goddess Aphrodite in order to win back her lover, Eros (god of love).
As part of the final trial, Psyche must retrieve a box from Hades, which is supposed to contain a portion of Persephone's beauty. Despite warnings, Psyche opens the box and falls into a deadly sleep.
Eros, who has been searching for her, finds her and awakens her from her sleep with a kiss. He then begs Zeus to make Psyche immortal so that they can live together forever in the heavens as equals.
Zeus agrees, Psyche drinks ambrosia (the drink of immortality) and becomes a goddess, thus completing the union of love and soul in eternity.
The "kiss of immortality" symbolizes the power of true love to transcend death and lead to eternal life.

04/11/2025

The drops dance on the glass,
like tears from the sky for a lost love.
But I don't feel sad,
because my soul finds refuge
in the warmth of your eyes.
The rain sings a lullaby,
while I get lost in your arms.
Every drop that falls on the roof
reminds me of your kisses,
sweet and unexpected.
I let the sound of the rain travel through me,
while your hand squeezes mine.
In this darkness,
your presence lights up my world.
The rain may be cold,
but our love is the flame that burns.
Each drop unites our hearts,
in an endless dance of passion.
Outside it's raining, but inside here,
we find our own peace,
our own little paradise.
Because our love is stronger
than any storm.

22/10/2025

Poem about the scent of her body
I kept your scent on my skin as a talisman,
when the night deepened and the world fell asleep.
Like wild jasmine, like light that slips,
over your shoulders, your temples, your hair.
Your scent is sweet, but sweeter is the breath,
that leaves your body and becomes a storm.
It is the scent of the sea,
when I touch you and feel the salt.
And in the night, when you hide in the streets,
and like a ghost you pass by,
your scent remains with me,
like a memory that never leaves.
I walk in your dreams,
and our love becomes a scent.
How many flowers you have planted in my soul,
and your breath is the kiss.
My love, your scent,
your scent, my love.
You are my fragrance, you are my soul.

08/10/2025

Flame of Flesh

It is not a fire that burns from wood,
it is a deeper, fleshly glow.
It is lit by the star of your springs
and my flesh becomes a holocaust.

I do not hurt, and yet I still burn,
I am completely immersed in your image.
My skin incenses your fragrance,
and my breath becomes your breath.

Your lips, sweet poison,
are seeking to spill into mine.
And our silence, an unquenchable fire,
burns the words before they can be heard.

You are the sun in a fleshly landscape,
which advances deeply into my veins.
And my blood, a river that warms,
wants to spill into your core.

Here, take my body that blooms
in the flame that you give me.
And in this beautiful fire,
let us melt, like wax, together.

08/10/2025

And yet, it still exists.
In the silence that pours thick as tar,
a flame, last, crippled and faithful,
its golden tongue, trembling to show.

It does not light up to see. Our eyes darken.
It lights up to remember. To touch with light the body
of the coming extinction, the hand of destruction
that the fire sweeps away and drowns the others.

And you, sleep peacefully. Do not worry.
On this last island of resistance,
in the light that melts and runs like a tear,
I will sit and guard it until the end.

I will see how it bends, how it trembles, how it struggles
to bind a ray in the darkness that floods.
And when it goes out, the smoke that rises will be my breath, which is still looking for you.

08/10/2025

The light in my dreams
has no source.
It is not a lamp, nor a moon,
nor the glow of a star.
It is a sweet desire that burns
behind my eyelids,
a sun of another material,
that lives only in the deepest darkness.
No one can see it,
not even I; I feel it.
It washes the red warehouses
of my memories, without shadows.
And when I wake, it remains there,
locked inside my eyes,
like a photograph that has left
its sea behind.

20/07/2025

Στείλε ένα μήνυμα έστω
να μάθεις τι κάνω, πως είμαι
στείλε τυπικά να ρωτήσεις
τα βράδια μου πως τα περνώ.
Γίνε όπως τότε χαμόγελο
πάνω στα χείλι μου γίνε,
μείνε στην ζωή μου
και ας είσαι ένας πόνος που δεν ξεπερνώ.

Στείλε έστω ένα μήνυμα
για να μάθεις αν ζω ή πεθαίνω,
στείλε, ξέρω είσαι σε δίλημμα
μα εγώ είμαι εδώ περιμένω.

Είμαι εδώ για σένα ακόμα
η ψυχή μου και το σώμα
πίνω να ξεχάσω είμαι λιώμα.
Είμαι εδώ και περιμένω
με το βλέμμα κολλημένο
σε ένα κινητό ξεφορτισμένο.

Στείλε το όνομα σου να δω
και να πω η αγάπη μου είναι,
στείλε η ψυχή μου να πιει
μια σταγόνα από σένα χαρά.
Δίνε μια υπόσχεση
μια ελπίδα στα ψέματα δίνε,
είμαι και θα είμαι δικός σου για πάντα
και ας μην σε αφορά.

Στείλε έστω ένα μήνυμα
για να μάθεις αν ζω ή πεθαίνω,
στείλε, ξέρω είσαι σε δίλημμα
μα εγώ είμαι εδώ περιμένω.

Είμαι εδώ για σένα ακόμα
η ψυχή μου και το σώμα
πίνω να ξεχάσω είμαι λιώμα.
Είμαι εδώ και περιμένω
με το βλέμμα κολλημένο
σε ένα κινητό ξεφορτισμένο.

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