The dream has faded,
so they were afraid,
foreign voices, the kind that weave darkness.
In a secret balcony, unexpectedly,
with pure eyes
A prayer for a full moon.
The place wants to have me,
the place that didn't give me golden fruits,
But, it brought me honor and pride.
Your stone will save the soul, Diktis,
the wind of the peak,
breath of the goddess, she,
It protects me from bad opinion.
and the insidious lover.
Diktynn, here,
My mother's memory led me, alone,
but, not with reckless steps.
A butterfly
leaves the cocoon of trivialities,
The centuries have gone so low tonight.
Full moon the Minoan route,
on the brow of the night,
with the silence of innocence,
breath and longing
and then, the sea, an image from above,
Secret paths, forgotten words,
And you, goddess, beloved Diktynn,
there in Libya,
with the moon on your face,
You wash the dust from your veil.
Magic and miracles,
in a shell all closed.
The first rays of sunlight dry out the lips.
Thirst, a hostile arrow, lurks.
August, where it meets the sun,
without a cloud promising,
There, at noon, he called me:
"You didn't worship shadows, you have unscathed time in your hands
and the signs of saltiness in the eyes… »
In front of you, everything else
the heart confesses, the mind is troubled,
the indicators of life in another east
And I, I am nothing,
no, as long as I am a peel from the wild rock,
your own Judge.
And while in chaos, the aloutsuna spreads roots
and from its ripe fruit
The priestess will paint her lips red again,
destined for eternal initiation
I want this flame, even if it burns me.
The light writes new mental lines,
Time, unfair to the eye, extinguishes anger
but not thirst.
"He climbed, his numb fingers,
They will find a way for the ancient lyre to sound
and the motionless snake, ring in hand
"as soon as the wild roses become yours."
The false hours are wandering
and unruly desires painted in gold
they push you to ruin.
I am naked but not shameless, that's how you want me, Diktynn.
"Even the clouds find us in their time,
"Free yourself from fear and death,"
echo in the saddles. I am thirsty.
The hawks in circular dances of the sky
signs of an ancient cult,
on the edge of the cliff
the partridges spread their wings,
unbridled mind,
succumbs to myth,
You love risk.
Not a single tree from your sacred forests,
Diktynn,
and not a word about you anymore,
and yet, the smell of pine and fir
You have given me communion and I no longer doubt.
The flutterings of love are untamed,
Here the senses are true, Diktis,
It is not deceptive,
just the size of the universe
and the wind, a pirate, shouts
the fate of people and the world.
Let only the cry rise
without the halo of glory
and let the soul become a banner
in this sacred balcony of yours, Diktynn,
Loose hair, bare feet,
and with bloody fists,
beauty returns.
Curse on rusty consciences
and to the stray
the curse of fear
How many summers have I missed?
Tomorrow, call me with the same word...
Love…
Tomorrow, in the name of love
Network August 6, 2017
Life of Diktao
