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August 2020

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DR. ANDREAS GEORGALLIDIS

Dr. Andreas Georgallidis was born in Nicosia, Cyprus. He received his MA in philosophy from the University of Paris I -Pantheon-Sorbonne, France; and his Ph.D. in philosophy from the University of Sussex in the United Kingdom. He belongs to the Arts-Sciences-Letters, Union of Cyprus Writers. He has many books published in multiple languages and many international literary awards from France, Greece, Australia and Cyprus. He has a lengthy list of publications of poetry in anthologies as well as publications of poetry with visuals and sound. Currently, he lives in Latsia, Cyprus, and is a new member of UPLI. The following short poems are from his multilingual poetry book, Colours across colours.

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SPECTRAL VALUES

I write about
the spectral values of things.
About those colours
that because of mixing – cannot be distinguished
About those sounds
that by their nature - are not recognized
About that Absolute which constitutes
the Spectrum itself

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VAST DISTANCES

The moon a void-light
and my skies forgotten
silenced in the space of sound.
The birds’ voices
tell of the meeting
and the rustling leaves
invalidate the vast distances
I unfold irresolutely and ill-timed am still stalwart
not reckoning on time chattering to the winds.
As long as the leaves rustling
doesn’t become a racket,
I’ll listen.


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BEHIND THE MIRROR

The minimal absolute
isolates the joy of the one dissatisfied
and breathes the indifference
of its liberated reflections.
A mirror always shows you
something more
than what
you are able to see.

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RED FOREST

He was once led to a forest
with trees – ideas
and birds – that didn’t fly.
He breathed the light of her eyes
and travelled his silence just
enough to hear it.

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THE SEVENTH VERSE

In the seventh verse, I write the truth.
Second verse
Third verse
Fourth verse
Fifth verse
Sixth verse

Eight verse

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CHAOS IS CRACKING

I elude and twist and turn
and am trapped in a brimming void.
I am cracking in the order of space
and merging with chaos.
No charge for
the time lost
and spacetime tunnels
tend to charge it.
Absolute space smashes
the gentle light to bits
and the quantum paradox
will exist to that point,
just a little further down.

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