AXEGNIOI PERATES - O GRIFOS (THE PUZZLE)

Time passes and everything changes and each of us begins his own journey to the infinity of senses and emotions, that lead us and unite us. The sounds, the colors and the smells, stir the mind in the past and in the present, stir the heart to experience familiar situations again, awakening memories that silently invite us to a frantic, erotic dance. But with the passing of time, others will come and others will leave, the tangle it will roll again, and it will travel us to unknown and allergenic places, like an erotic tale that enchants us and takes us close to it…. "From the great depths of time, as soon as the memories fade, they wake up. They carry on their backs myriad passions, loves, pains, loves, joys and sorrows. The signs of old age ruthlessly groove their faces. As they weigh short, their smell rushes carefree to greet me and be introduced to me. My heart skirmishes remembering all that he went through. Over the years I have met you dear many times. Sometimes with eye shots to sip the wine of love and other times with the subtle purity of fairy tales, to share the eternal love. With one look I became your slave and you became my dream. I stretched out the wounded hand of my heart to hold it, but you forget in other myriad hugs. But in the storm of memories, I singled out the ideal, your ethereal memory, which like a delicate perfume penetrated and caressed every cell of mine. You are the love that embraced all my being, that your aura conquered even my soul, with just one look of you. I looked for you in the lyrics of the songs, exactly where I had left you in the unripe beginning of my youth. I looked for you in the song of the wind, in the brightness of the sun, in the dim light of the moon, in the ancient beauty that rests deeply, in the tear of prayer that perched in the arms of the earth. But I can not find you anywhere, roses. The last invincible prisons of the heart, slowly, one after the other fall and they, not enduring the siege of your precious love. But even though time is relentless and furious, it passes and is lost without looking back, the roots of love within me spread and reap. A love that leaves and comes and circles like a carefree and mindless child, like a flower that is born and dies in the soil of my desire, like a riddle that always seeks its solution. "

Axegnioi Perates

July 2020