Tonight I hear the humming
from the white the lighthouse of Ai George
so as he fearlessly stands
before the treacherous dragon
I was thirsty for those kekragari
eve of his feast day
on the rocks the nests
and the image of a sleeping city
peacefully at their feet
Tonight you invade my mind
and your old fashioned love
and surprisingly
Karaiskakis - George too -
with the liver taken
cursing
and that Komnini the inimitable
which days and days
she was enrapturing me with her fury
to write Thucydides
Tonight everything is stirring strangely
inside me
Part of time unbroken
and 'go divisor and divisor
fresh antidote
of some ancient function
which suddenly
stopped
Memory freezes?
This spring will pass too
With sharp sword in hand
will make way
in the wild woods
and it will smell from afar
restless sea
He will dig small graves
to bury her secrets
and under the bright dresses
she will hide her odines
Tonight
although it's mid-April
I light the fire
in the black fireplace
burning all my poems
Not because I'm cold
I've been successful this year
"see receive light"
There is no denying so much joy
But tonight I'm incredibly shy
Little girl nine years old
nine joys
nine sobs
I fold into her apron
And I hear the holy whisper
of my Epirotian grandmother
"Don't be afraid, my daughter...
the dragon scales alone
they remained to remind us of his awesome body..."
[F.B. 02004023 "IMPOSSIBLE LIGHT" 2018-2020 ]
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