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Anton smiled at George’s point thinking that he tended to
somewhat agree with it. He gestured to George that he wanted
to talk and the Cretan cook came out of the kitchen and followed
Anton to a table. When alone Anton mentioned to George the
diary entry which referred to the twelve year old girl named Deborah.
Needless to say that George, upon listening to Anton, got
furious and standing up he was ready to go and act on it right at
that moment. However Anton convinced him to stay cool and
think of what they might do together. First, they had to mention
it to Marcus although the temperamental nature of the youth
would most likely make him react in a horrible way, yet, it was his
right to know firsthand what was going on. Perhaps they could
plan something appropriate, like calling the authorities again
and lay charges on the priest, although that would be even more
difficult to exercise due to the position of the guilty person, he
wasn’t a simple carpenter after all.

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Pilgrimage
Trembling steps, scared
mesmerized anticipation
sweet wonderment
steps on a pilgrimage
to the holy enclave
where man opened
the gates of heaven for the eyes
of a hungry world
steps one by one upwards
the staircase upholding hope
towards the cosmos of
man, of a Giant
a cosmos which still stands
between the shiver of wheat
and the pain of asphodels.
Thoughts on a pilgrimage
between doubt, fear, anxiety,
sweet wonderment
thoughts one by one upwards
between your constant agony
to achieve the impossible
your passion to fight
for your ethereal world.
My steps upwards toward
the celestial world of
my great ancestor’s
on the same path with
his Cretan glance which
sees through the world
as the sunlight through a crystal
his Cretan glance which
orates to the golden wheat fields

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Rhyme
And those who spoke and those who kept silent
and the ones who climbed the highest branch
those who let themselves go
those who opened their hearts
and those who filled it with pebbles
and those who poured out rivers and
those who made their bed under
their shadow and they dreamed
and those who lost themselves in books
and those who scattered with no care
for the forthcoming, with no fear
that they might fear it.

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