S.O.S Save Our Souls

S.O.S Save Our Souls

Close to the fiords in Norway,
from the port of Bergen not too far away.

«Skippeeeer...  send the S.O.S» 
                                  ..a sailor is screaming.

Really happening ?   or am I dreaming ?

Thick smoke covered the ship all over...
Fortunately a dream and now it’s over.
This nightmare continues for many years to come,
even though I’m awake, 
                                   [this memory  leaves me numb.
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* Extract from "The Broken Mooring Line", an experiential
poetic work // page c   // e-mail: pmataragas@yahoo.com //
Texts and Narration: Odysseus Heavilayias - ROTTERDAM //
Language adjustments and text adaptation: Kellene G Safis - CHICAGO//
Digital adaptation and text editing: Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga - PIRAEUS

source

 Utopia