Painting

A touch on the lips, one racket for two, sun.
Writing is like painting ∙
you form landscapes and fill them with emotions.
It's a piece of paper and some ink, like some paint and a blank canvas.
Reading requires imagination.

Imagination needs soul, vitality.
How a stone on the side of the road triggers a nuclear bomb, kept secretly in a dark basement.
How a butterfly becomes the cause of one of the thousands of craters on the moon deepening, and staying that way forever.
How a note played on the piano by the hands of a young dark-haired girl in August changed the course of history.
How a fight between two people contributes to the inhuman torture of an entire nation.
How a piece of paper with just one syllable is the key to the knowledge of mankind.
How a match in the hands of a teenager sets the stars on fire.
How our existence is lost and united with infinity in a dance of worlds, where everything matters and nothing matters.

How I hear your voice and write its notes, in words.

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Thomas Kalokiris