Toledo
The contour of Tagos
defines your eastern border
beyond which lie all
the pious wheat fields
with their holy reverence
western bank caresses all
homes and the dreams of angels
humble city mother of art
yet so much richness
hidden in your heart
behind the veil of sunlight
behind the husks of the
un ripened corn
Toledo, humble poor city
yet, with wide open arms you
accept an orphan man
and his vision, an orphan man
and his passion, like
the vast wheat fields
welcome rain. Toledo.
What did you see in this man?
Toledo. How long had you
dreamed of a man such
as this man?
Toledo.
How long have you longed
for such a soul?
Δομήνικος Θεοτοκόπουλος, Κρης εποίει
A young man a new city
a new home a modest little smile
on the lips of life
which unfolds towards perfection
a Cretan’s inspiration
a desire for excellence
for white dreams
a Cretan’s white dreams
images from heavens
Toledo. You’ve graced him with
a home, a base for
this young lonely Cretan.
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