And this sunset, so red that is setting
It awakes all the life and love within me
As the night falls
Dying
Category: Οι συναρτήσεις
Summer
1
She was experiencing the dead cypress of the mind with edges
and her need like a heart whispered,
“fade out time,
roll on my abyss with the silky birds”
The disturbed mental state and time
that passed
without looking the endless flight with the big breast
and the small lust
and an inextinguishable, bottomless pain
which breathed in the smoke
as though
it was blood
I am, I say, I want to say “life”
I was about to shout but no voice
was coming out
Only the inarticulate bilingual orphan
Truth
2
Until you think of the translation
The meaning had already found a breezy shadow
To pass the afternoon
Shouting “Solve me” and drinking
Besieged freedom
3
How did you change so much? She asked the big storm.
Don’t ask how,
Only ask where.
Nostalgia
She cried a sea
and the ocean grew bigger
and bigger
And the journey at sea
for the homeland
became more and more
remote
Τουμόροου (Tomorrow)
The navigator was pointing to the north
Speechless poet
only mumbling some Dionysian sounds
Primitive and universal
Bits of the noises i was able to understand
“Aggressiveness does not migrate, it stays where her roots are
Where the first grey hair rises”
The navigator was pointing to the south
Hot mad man
(despite the spring snow)
Reminding us about the time change tomorrow
Not the one predicted; the one that never existed
Something I had never lived before i was able to long for
In the promise of time that would slip from the fingers
“Migration does not return; it stays where it went
Where the first facial wrinkles rise”
The navigator was pointing to the west
Innocent witnessing child
that others took her accounts for real
Trials and crusades happened at the momentum
Foam from the bottom I was able to clear out
and to become again; like history
Greek-ness does not die and this is her pity
The navigator was pointing to the east
Mumbling English poet
Any bits I was not able to understand
In the drunke-ness I thought I could distinguish “Του μωρού” (of the baby)
and while he was saying something about tomorrow
I said this coincidence of the words is the truth
As is the gap between them
To my patient
In the fatal twilight of your disintegration
Love I named the amendment
Of your omnipotent vulnerability
And it was only after midnight
That the anniversary of the Definite
whispered in my ears:
Each of us has to bury one’s own ashes
in order to know where one’s immortal fire burned
Your jigsaw pieces then danced with my ignorance
Charming was your ritualistic defence
Cure I named the determination
To fight the unknown
And it was only after the dawn
when my mirrored fragmentation
echoed in my head:
Each of us has to burn one’s immortal fire
in order to choose where one’s ashes will flow
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