Απολείπειν ο Θεός Αντώνιον & Βαλς των Χαμένων Ονείρων

If poetry is born in the mind of its creator, it really comes alive  when  roaming from mouth to mouth  very often dressed in the veils of music. It’s  those times when you won’t read but wll listen; and the mind will travel and may even dance. It’s at  those times that, as it seems, all forces will conspire for the glorification  of Beauty.

 

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