Gitanes


Gitanes

The Gypsies live by the cemetery.
With no horses, fermented with this land they don’t want.
The funerals pass right in front of their tents.
The trees point to the same sky.
And the ravine –where they meet- a landfill site.
What happened to the guitars, the river, the rider?

“LITIGATIONS“
TITOS PATRIKIOS