On Facebook I noticed a goddess indeed
and I said, here's a young woman for my tooth.
She also had a beautiful name, they called her Aphrodite
and the nose was delighted by the divine scent.
I'm opening a new account right now; my name is Aris
and I posted a photo as a young man.
I immediately make a friend request to the new girl
and she really accepted me instantly.
"Look where two gods have come together, that excites me"
I tell her and I was afraid she might take me away.
"Me too," he replied, "I like it very much."
"Even if this, my friend, may expose me."
"But what games is this Eimarmeni playing with us?"
I tell her and asked her: "Aren't you married?"
"I am where I shouldn't have been," he says and sighs.
and I saw how a great malaise was eating her.
"Two years ago they forced me into marriage," he told me.
Let me not say too much, it's a long story.
I was craving something else and my parents were craving something else.
"Stop it, because I feel like gouging my eyes out."
"Stop crying, my doll, my name is, you see, Ares."
"And I'm good at devilry, damn it."
We started bringing the suras on a permanent basis.
and from our joy the cage would leave us both.
Our days were passing, it was a waste of time
and he had indeed been tied to my chariot.
Fleas had finally entered Hephaestus' ears;
that's what they called her husband, a lame girl.
So Carter set up, he caught us red-handed.
To escape, I secretly fled to… Kinshasa*!
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*Kinshasa: capital of the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
2nd Prize, Amphictyony of Hellenism, 20th World Poetry Competition 2022
photo Darbagan, https://pixabay.com
