Lost Parrot In the broad streets of the vast city I look for a parrot I have lost. The words that were spouting from his beak Made the curved branches of my soul bloom. Now I don’t hear its human voice nowhere The buzz of the vehicles has now covered it. And the glowing rod of the summer sun Hits merciless my dark-skinned body.
Isidoros Karderinis was born in Athens in 1967. He is a journalist, novelist and poet. He studied economics and completed postgraduate studies in tourism economics.