If this world would fit in two big cities

like Tokyo and Athena

for me somewhere in the middle

I’ll stop drawing a bridge

with heavy feets

same they kept me going

through all this madness.

I’d choose you

for morning coffee

to take away my tiredness

I would mix with you my days

as a coffee-spoon…



Yet I find it hard to believe

one soul living

in two separated bodies

like a snail attached to his home

or there is no word for home

and no home for snail;

as you are extention of my thoughts

I could wear you on my hair

As my colour to this empty world.