Sunday morning Still in bed Sunlight dancing On your hair Coffee waiting Pastries warm Rain outside but We feel calm Agápi mou… Stay close… Books and papers By the floor Dreams we’re building Something more Late night studying Work and stress Holding futures To our chest You say softly “We’ll get there…” I believe it Lying there Tiny kitchen Greek café Laughing while The records play Steaks and red wine Sunday night Slow dancing Under low lights Mazi… Mazi… We chose each other Not the noise Not the fear Not louder voices Day by day We became More than people Chasing names Agentic cities Growing high Silver circuits In the sky Still the thing That matters most Is your cold feet Touching close Sunday mornings Coffee steam Built a lifetime From a dream Pastries warming By the stove Work and study Turned to hope Agápi mou… Still here… Connection… Still near… Alive…
