http://slow.writerscafe.org/PapanikolaouChry The original writings of author Chrys_Pap en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776144525 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Κάποτε ο κόσμος δε θα χει πια στόμαΉ ίσως εγώ να μην έχω.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/2172382/ Μυρίζω το θάνατο στις φυλλωσιέςΚαι στα ξερά του κάμπ&o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/2172381/ Άνθρωποι μεγάλοιΚι άνθρωποι μικροίΆλλοι πονεμένοι.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/2172380/ Μια �™αλίτσα κρατώ κι όλο φεύγωΣαν πλανόδιος γυρνώ &ka.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/2172378/ Someday people will not have a mouthor maybe then i will not have ears anymore.Someday all houses will have their doors wide shutand i will have been left outside!But just then all roads will be open and all those fierce dogs will be tied.Neither eyes will i have ..nor heart...only my soul and feet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/1217793/ WritingandHopingandLaughingandCryingyour pain out loud. CreatingandSingingandDancingandPaintingyour face with tears. Expressingyourself in any formKeeps you sane.Donot imprison sorrowin your heart.Spit it out!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/1194916/ Walking on sunshine roadis an artLetting things go isanother…An art of strugglingTo forgiveTo forgetTo fortify patienceIn the misty paths ofanger.And yetEven if sorrow surroundsyour heartLike a poisonous gas You can let it dropThe way yellow leaves fallfrom an almond tree in October.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/1194900/ Spring is the season of rebirth! May hope find its place on everyone's heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/1142819/ Happiness is not an abstract notion as we tend to think...here are some moments that make me feel happy...so simple but so important! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/1136067/ I enter the cavity ofmemoriesclosing my eyes to thepresentmaking some steps to thepast. An old song fills theair with musicwhile I breathe in thesmoke of my last cigaretteand I watch the rainleaving tears on my window. What is right or what isw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/1135338/ Friends and foes have acquired a blurring definitionfor they intersect,making the escape dreamthat kept me once banished from the arms ofMorpheusto cavort around me anew.And the long forgotten one way ticketstill waits to be seized by the bold oneswho should be wise enough to have le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PapanikolaouChry/1133658/