The man of Saint-Rémy

N. Lygeros

Translated from the Greek by Maria Stambolidou

He was standing alone on the doorstep.
He was no longer waiting for anyone
except a tender caress by the pine
bent by the wind
and storm of pain.
And him, he had been standing alone for decades.
So, you decided that the time had come
to put them on a Provence canvas.
Any other decision was impossible.
And now, they prove your presence.

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