Artikel-Schlagworte: „Eva K. Anderson“

An early morning climbed the sky
When I met an old Greek farmer’s wife
Could not understand a word she said
We spoke with our eyes and our hands instead

One deep look
Straight from her heart

There was a sound of silence
And inner peace
No need of words
On this beach in Greece
And in this sound of silence
Our souls just danced
Through the language of hearts
We became friends

A sunny evening
Kissed the sea
Two seals were playing
Calling for me
Took off my clothes
Ripped off my fears
Crossed the ocean
Till I was near