Το να επιχειρείς να γράφεις σε μια ξένη γλώσσα
είναι το ίδιο επικίνδυνο με το να κολυμπάς στα βαθιά.
Μπορεί να δεις ότι σου αρέσει...
Who pinned the red belt down?
Early she reached the city nest
Soon the train was at a rest
Her setting about investigating
Every gate of the case
For any invisible trace
Coincided with one red belt wearing
Investigating with a belt
For any other zone
Was hard
Harder than predicted
Fast the train
Of her thoughts was
Whilst doves of blank papers
Were diving into a red zone
Superfluous she felt
In front of a paper lake with frogs
As very weird
All the paper made rumors were
Who pinned the belt down?
This permanent question was buying
All her night solo voices at the office
Next to the office
At random she found a library
Open 24 hours a day
The more she weighed
Written words like a Libra
Every morning
The more she paid night visits
To the library
For her plot diary
In the end she let the problem
Be her only emblem
A night blossom of fame
As it was said regarding the name
That the library would owe its root
To her sitting there
Rooted like a mermaid
Turning every page to keep
Secure words of resonance and weep
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