Είναι σαν να μετράω άστρα ώστε να με πάρει το όνειρο, μετράω ,είναι μακριά και είναι τόσο κοντά. Είναι η αναπνοή μου, η πνοή μου, ίδια η ζωή μου, αυτή η κυνηγημένη. Ζωή αστραφτερή, πολύχρωμη στην λάμψη των άστρων ......
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A selection of Hiva's poetry has been translated into the Slovenian language
Humbly I should inform you part of my poetry's works has been translated into Slovenian language for the POIESIS project in October ...
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I couldn't deny the cold weather of 2012; it had permeated every part of my body with this unusual freezing, and my breaths came wi... -
Whatever you need to put your legs on the earth again, you need again the same exercise that we called courage. Whatever course you decid...
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