Ένα ποίημα σε ελεύθερο στίχο που έγραψα πέρυσι με αφορμή λογοτεχνικό δρώμενο. Κάποιοι προβληματισμοί και έντονες σκέψεις για την πραγματικότητα που βιώνουμε στην Ελλάδα, για την αισιοδοξία που με κρατά δυνατή ψάχνοντας να βρω τους απομείναντες...

The world exist with a single goal to manipulate and trick your mind. To walk blindly in a predetermined road... You need courage and a strong will to pave your own path and make a difference that really matters. You need to fight in order to be able to fall asleep every night being at peace...

Far from the farthest, I landed into an alien land, Completely lost, desperate to survive. My resolution diluted in a day or two and all I could pray was a fast death. My pain was wondering as much as I were, It couldn't wake me up neither could break any more, I wasn't rock solid but a nutshell such hard that aspirations died and turned into ash. My forgiveness for an unknown source was irresponsive, much striken and desolate. Even the death didn't approach and life couldn't risk another game. Probably, too many fouls had crippled the intention to even stand by then. All I could do was search for a soul alike. Surprisingly, I found one. Such genuinity, optimism and reasons to prosper, made me gaze intuitively, while a blurry image sharpened to show myself a couple of years back. Yes, I had located my Infacy even in the fast paced rat race. While I so prone to run another mile for materialism, I forgot to exchange a glance with my long lost self. It was just a fraction of seconds when our eyes met and my alter-ego trembled, I don't know why!!! Perhaps, my past was undemanding, my present non-living and my future unforgiving.

The story takes place in a dark and dirty room, in an old warehouse in the worst neighbourhood of the city. 5 young guys, play in a hustle poker game. They all bet their money in this game, each one of them giving all they could relative to their financial statuses. The risk is high. They are all nervous for the outcome of the game. Each round is harder than the previous one. Who will win, who will lose and what!

Huckleberry Finn, a poor boy with a drunken bum for a father, and his friend Tom Sawyer, a middle-class boy with an imagination too active for his own good, found a robber’s stash of gold. As a result of his adventure, Huck gained quite a bit of money, which the bank held for him in trust. Huck was adopted by the Widow Douglas, a kind but stifling woman who lives with her sister, the self-righteous Miss Watson.

There she is... The love of your life... But fate has different plans... This is a confession from the heart. One last goodbye with all the words that mustn't be left unspoken...

"The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar" is a short story by American author Edgar Allan Poe about a mesmerist who puts a man in a suspended hypnotic state at the moment of death. An example of a tale of suspense and horror, it is also, to a certain degree, a hoax, as it was published without claiming to be fictional, and many at the time of publication (1845) took it to be a factual account. Poe toyed with this for a while before admitting it was a work of pure fiction in his marginalia.

The poem is short, so a summary is not necessary

On a cold New Year's Eve, a young, poor girl tries to sell matches in the street. She is already shivering from cold and early hypothermia. Still she is afraid to go home, because her father will beat her for not selling any matches. She shelters in a nook and sits down. The girl lights the matches to warm herself. In their glow she sees several lovely visions, including a Christmas tree and a holiday feast. The girl looks skyward and sees a shooting star; she then remembers her dead grandmother saying that such a falling star means someone is dying and is going to Heaven. As she lights the next match, she sees a vision of her grandmother, the only person to have treated her with love and kindness. She strikes one match after another to keep the vision of her grandmother alive for as long as she can.