Σολωμού Αλεξία

Many Ways

Zoopigi, 28/02/2021

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I love you in so many ways.

The way the wind caresses the almond blossoms in spring.

The way the soft light of the new moon embraces the dew.

The way the majestic mountains give roots to your unbearable lightness.

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I love you in so many different ways.

The way your voice guides me through the breath of eternal darkness.

The way your blood-red thread connects me to humanity.

The way your gentle fingers create music that enchants me.

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I love you in a multitude of ways.

The way your magical touch turns the raw materials of the earth into food for the soul.

The way your deep knowledge of the arts turns my amateur photos into Carravaggios.

The way your cacao makes me travel into different realms of my existence.

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I love you in ways unknown to me before.

The way that your father teaches you how to gaze into the sunset while standing tall on his shoulders.

The way that your mother nourishes your flesh and bones with her ever-patient heart.

The way a child laughs, and plays, and roars with everybody around with limitless and boundless joy.

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I love you in ways so far away, yet so close.

The way your smooth voice takes me back to the jazz clubs of Harlem.

The way your hand-pan makes me ride the waves of the Pacific.

The way your frame drum makes me delve into divine femininity.

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I love you in ways so familiar, yet brand new.

The way I first met you in first grade of primary school, so innocent and pure.

The way you heal me –and I heal you—by virtue of a simple touch.

The way –you and I – become one.

The Autobiography of Red

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Red was born from the guts of the rock of porphyra.

It travelled to the Red Sea, spread over Erythrea.

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Red, tired of the Earth, set off for the stars,

travelled all the planets, finally embraced Mars.

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Red then dressed Geryon, Phoenix, and Satan,

and the cocquelicots on the feet of Messiah.

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Red then became the cross, the lights, the card.

Red are the roses, and all revolutionary flags.

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Red knocked on my heart, the beat and the drum.

Red set the summer on fire, the heat, and the Sun.

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Red transformed into Eros, Agapi, Filia, Love.

Red painted Juliet's chest, covered it in blood.

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Red then colored my lips with its prohibited self.

Red kiss, my rouge à lèvres on your white shirt.

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Red burst into my blood-shot eyes last night.

Red is the exploding passion eating my insides.

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Red is red is red is red.

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