Poem by Panagiota Christopoulou–ZALONI
In the City of Ideas
I exile myself in the City
Of the golden fire
With its elegant paths,
Its holy choruses in the squares,
Its enthusiasms and wishes,
Its calm harmonies,
That release beams of emotions
And charm.
I have exile myself in the City of Love,
In the “City of Ideas”
I had to live.
And
Write… write…
With millions of hands,
With voices that convulse,
With voices that they rip,
The flesh of soul
I search every night
To find what I lost
And what did not achieve even.
Invisible commands
Push me to write.
I obey.
And
Am not lost in the fogs,
Nor tightened with the un-needed
In others cities…
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 