Architectural sketches - Bozelos Panagiotis: 2019

Sunday, December 29, 2019

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Friday, December 27, 2019

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another poem lost forever

Another trip...

And one once wondered,
And saw enough...
He saw pain,
He saw joy,
He saw life,
He saw love,
He saw madness and rationality,
He saw anger,
He traveled...
He saw trees moving,
He saw waters flawing,
Waters and trees speaking,
He saw the turns of life,
He saw turns on the mind...
He saw a lot...
And he continues to travel,
And the time will ticking forever,
And the wonder is here,
And the wonder will never end,
And sometimes he listens,
And sometimes he speaks,
And sometimes he dreams, A
nd sometimes wonder and not,
And he will wonder forever,
Good morning life!!!!

Goodmorning...

Another poem lost for ever....

Dreams

I cried out out the depths of my soul,
criyed for something better.
Broken and bent,
full of colors and dark and light,
I turned away...
Why to cry anymore?
Why to fight?
Why to suffer?
Why not to choose the beauty, the better?
Why not to create a better hope in my life?
The sky will last far more than us, doesn't it?
Why to be right or wrong, why to fight?
Why to reach shadow, really why?
Why not to give a better meaning in something?
Why to reach dark shadows?
Why not to hope, and lost in better dreams?
Why to dream the sun above is high,
And the darkness unreachable?
Why not to love with purity?
Why to suffer to death?
Why not to keep in my heart a hope and a dream for the serenity of the sea?
Why not to stare more at the sun, than in the darkness?
Why to loose the right to love and go through the gates of hell?
Why not to think of freedom and better dreams?
Why not to sleep carelessly and dream something better?
Why not to wake up in a better day?
Why not to feel and sense every day?
Why not to drink a coffee in a bench, looking at the sun and trees?
Why not to look at the ground with memories?
Why not to wonder carelessly on the roads?
Why not enjoy every minute of my life?
Why to throw a stone, why?
Why not to have pleasures on the cafes?
Why on the darkest moments not to remember the light?
Why to search for so much?
Why not to look at the wisdom of nature?
Why not to feel like a child once in a while?
Why not to wait the better tomorrow?
And why not to sleep full of dreams and hopes?
Eh, time is always passing...

Thursday, December 26, 2019

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Wednesday, December 25, 2019

abstract art for sale - architect sketches

abstract art for sale - architect sketches
bozpan@protonmail.com
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Another poem to be lost forever....
And a poem to spend a little time....
Glass and dreams....

You remember yesterday when you look at the mirror?
Is not strange to see this face in different days?
When you look outside the window you see a little the sun...
Life is flawing in endless ways, once looking at the dark,
Once at the light side of life..
There are the days passing, slowly and free, in hurry and seeking....
We change and change, looking from the same window,
With different depths, into the same sky, onto the clouds..
We grow old and grow younger, looking at the ground and sky,
Like looking at the some trees changing, at some flowers.
It is the time and us, living and dying, changing eternally...
It a stone without meaning,currying in ground and our backs...
It is the flawing of the water, the air, the trees saking or not...
It is some of us, sitting silently on benches on the side of the road....
The time is gentle, the air is blowing on our faces,
Other times wild and other times softly...
And we look from the same or different window with same or different eyes...
And life is not the same, and most of us are not...
Some windows, some doors, some benches are different...
The cars are passing slowly and fast,
with a cigar and a coffee, sitting with a purpose...
Maybe some eyes, maybe some people, maybe....
And we return to the same house, to the same bed...
And the house can change, and windows can change...
And the time is passing, is passing...
And sometimes we look from the sky,
Sometimes we look without reason..
There is no reason in fear or hope,
There is no reason at all...
But better to hope and dream...
And better drink coffee and smoke cigars...
And maybe the window somedays is better to be joyfull....
And better the wind to blow and the trees to move...
And better the darker to become lighter...
And the sleep is over, and the dreaming is coming alive...
And time and dreams are flowing....
And time is fake..