Οι συναρτήσεις, July 2013, The functions

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.