XIX
Although the wind blows it doesn’t freshen us
and the shade is narrow under the cypresses
and all around uphill paths to the mountains;
they weigh heavy on us
the friends who don’t know how to die anymore.
George Seferis – Collected Poems
XIX
Although the wind blows it doesn’t freshen us
and the shade is narrow under the cypresses
and all around uphill paths to the mountains;
they weigh heavy on us
the friends who don’t know how to die anymore.
Libros Libertad 