Ποιήματα και Γράμματα από την ανέκδοτή μου συλλογή : Liquid Words - The Gallium Project. "

 I am not afraid of the cold of winter

I have become accustomed to it

He was never here for me

I have my own hands to hold 

I warm myself up with knowledge 

Maybe there were no other hands made to hold me

No other hands that I would allow around me

Since he is gone

I surround myself with knowledge

I build my own castle

Light my own fire

I live with the vague memories of some kind of tenderness

I have no hope

At least not tonight

Tonight I am not magical

Tonight...

I am only a woman

Surrounding herself with her own hands

I am not afraid of the cold winter

It has nothing to take away from me

I will let him in and pour some wine for him... 

And we will talk about long forgotten stories of warmth together...