weighing scales hold up and

weigh every single object,

but knowledge and love

cannot be weighed.

 

 

the unlucky person shifts

his sufferings with a shift

but the blowing wind 

turns them back to him.

 

 

if there is bread,wine,and olive oil

inside my far,

i go to bed with my wife every night

feeling as a king.

 

 

instead of rifles,

lyra and tamborines of love

one by one

let us hang on the wall.

 

 

let us all wish,

and not only me,

that the walls of the whole world

will be filled with such instruments.

 

 

whenever sitting around our little table,

we would make the sign of the cross,

and jesus christ would augment

our scarce food.

 

even bieng a snail on top of the fireplace,

i w ould not cry;

i would keep myself cool instead,

just by saying i love you.

 

you were rose like when i married you

and brought you to the windmill

but as the years pass

you lose your petals one by one.

 

your beauty evaporates

mingling into the clouds

but then drops back as morning dew

upon the fragrant flowers.

 

death cannot extinguish

the fire of love

and even when our hearts will not exist

anymore

it will remain in our bones.

 

nothing intensifies our memory more,

nothing moves our soul deeper

than the observation of belongings

that are soaked with the pain

from the ones we miss.

 

these are some verses i found in a small beautiful village in crete i just fell in love with them xxxx