I ask the lips, why are you crying? ‘I lost my color, I lost my flame, I lost my longing’.
The eye says: ‘I lost the inward tenderness, fade the light around me’ and the ear, ‘i don’t hear harmonies but lamentations and screams’.
And the heart whispers: ‘Finally the breeze will continue to lightly caress the night sky and the clouds will dissolve. Pain itself will crack the rock and let the soul emerge’.
-By Alexis Karpouzos