Tasoula embroidered while singing songs of Xarhakos, like a diva.
Panagiota, from the balcony high above, let out a big sigh every time Minas went by.
Alekos with Makis, ran up and down the alley turning the neighborhood to its feet.
They played soccer and volleyball amidst a cloud of voices and dust; it was like an old movie from Finos-Film.
As Ourania walked by, you lost your breath; you saw her every night in your dreams.
Childhood chums, Antonis and Toli, spent their time fighting all day long; he was trying to tear her hair out.
As the sun went down, Christos and Gavrilos were stealing plums from Mr. Nick's plum tree.
Was it really true or a forgotten fairy tale, all those years in the old neighborhood?
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Η Τασουλα οταν κεντουσε, τον Ξαρχακο τραγουδουσε
σα να ητανε μια Ντιβα λαικια.
Η Παναγιωτα απ'το μπαλκονι, ξεσκονιζοντας να λιωνει
σαν αντικρυζε τα ματια του Μηνα.
Κι ο Αλεκος με το Μακη, να οργωνουν το σοκακι
να σηκωνεται στο ποδι η γειτονια.
Με ποδοσφαιρο και βολει, συννεφο φωνες και σκονη
σαν ταινια της Φινος-Φιλμ στο σινεμα
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