The human of earth

N. Lygeros

Translated from the Greek by Angeliki Papadopoulou




He steadily starred at the spirit
of the artist without being able to notice it.
All this work seemed superfluous
at least for his own reality.
But he loved Vincent so much
that he let himself go and to be convinced.
So, he waited patiently
the brush strokes of Master.
Without actually realizing it,
he already belonged to the time
and humanity of one world
that still did not exist.
Each gaze was an exchange
between two souls that knew how to suffer
and love the land of ocher.







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