http://a-kakies.blogspot.gr/2012/03/blog-post_14.html
The sky is a yard full of blood, with just a few snowflakes.
I tightened my belts, i need to check the stars again.
Being a heir of birds, I am burdened to fly even if my wings are broken.
(my translation of Miltos Sachtouris' poem)
The Comptroller
The sky is a yard full of blood, with just a few snowflakes.
I tightened my belts, i need to check the stars again.
Being a heir of birds, I am burdened to fly even if my wings are broken.
(my translation of Miltos Sachtouris' poem)
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