For whom the bell tolls
The ship was sinking...
powerful waves caused the side holes
and I was wondering for whom the bell tolls.
Construction old and tired, like me if I say,
on the bow a tugboat tied
and the risk passed away….
It happened years ago…
This salutary tow saved my life....
A real, between life and death, strife.
This salutary tow saved my life....
A real, between life and death, strife.
* Extract from "The Broken Mooring Line", an experiential
poetic work // page c // e-mail: pmataragas@yahoo.com //
Texts and Narration: Odysseus Heavilayias - ROTTERDAM //
Language adjustments and text adaptation: Kellene G Safis - CHICAGO//
Digital adaptation and text editing: Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga - PIRAEUS
Utopia
poetic work // page c // e-mail: pmataragas@yahoo.com //
Texts and Narration: Odysseus Heavilayias - ROTTERDAM //
Language adjustments and text adaptation: Kellene G Safis - CHICAGO//
Digital adaptation and text editing: Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga - PIRAEUS
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