I’m Your Horse To Prinkipo

Whip me soft

Whip me gently

Whip me up untraveled paths

Up and up steep graying stones

Meet me there

Yesterday

By shining pebbles of Paleoambelo

Calm waters

Magic of yester years

Hop on a horse

I’m your ride

Your horse to yesterday

Pine trees by Aya Yorgi

Virgin Mary eyes

Fat pregnant grapes staring at us

Please never

Never trust rumors

Those well crafted lies

My damaged goods
Hanging limbs

I’ll be there

Rain snow or old age

I’m yesterday

Me is Prinkipo

Tasting pregnant grapes

Virgin Mary watching

Dr Salerian