In Greece

 

Language is in the stones.
Language is in the dirt.
Language is a windmill that no longer turns.
Language is the only red poppy in a field of thorns.

Language gives you two souvlakis instead of one.
Language strips the lambs and hangs them by hooks in the market.
Language is a street that always needs repair.
Language is a meal that never arrives.

Language is a ferry that kisses the wharf.
Language is a white goat floating in the belly of the water.
Language is a beach of stones that swallows your feet.
Language is a sea you thought was calm.

Language is a bus that will not stop.
Language is a dog with a twisted leg.
Language is a man who sits in the rain.
Language is a song that is always full of sadness.

Language is the meeting of blue and white.
Language is laughter that is understood correctly.
Language is a road you can never come to the end of.
Language is a word she has written down you still can’t understand.

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