The earth is still an ogre
from the sea of eyes
and from the blood of innocents. Ogre.
This deep sorrow is a fountain in the soil,
the heartbreak, the memories.
The pain has filled our hearts with time.
The bitterness settled on the lips.
A leech swallowing the smile insatiably.
Memories are a ship
seabirds with outstretched wings
in the eyelids of the storm
they leave, they come.
The mind is a stormy sea
weighs the unjust
in the enslaved light he exorcises demons.
The eyes went wild.
blurred, they bleed within their truths.
Fold your wings, archangel.
there is no risk of me forgetting
the halo left,
to fall to the ground in the ignored soil
Come, let's open the scrolls of time together
in a reflection of memory.
Come on, just look,
with all your senses, come with the gifts of heaven
let's feel together,
the ah that rises from the depths
to mourn the involuntary abyss
above the land of martyrdom.
Come, with pansies a sunbeam
when the sun will sink far away into the archipelago
when the horizons promise, Tomorrow,
when remembrance seems like prayer. Come.
More and more joys hidden behind time
eternities, colored ribbons
of the past, the present, the future
all in indivisible time within,
Come on, the distance flows like water. I'm afraid.
I hurt, every time I look back I hurt
a rusty old knife
digs the wound deep
I reflect on what I left behind, everything,
in the exile of the mind to know,
There the voices are calling me.
Day and night I keep sleep out of my eyelids
dreams are ghosts of the desert
They pop out from the cracks.
The heart listens to the whisper,
under the weight of loneliness, silent
Above the right, vigilant, she groans
anti-compromise sound
and its blow remains unyielding.
With the voice of the wind
you tear the veils of oblivion
"Cyprus, long-suffering, martyred and beloved"
Cyprus, light is your place, my place."
I ask, without getting a response,
why God,
You left your armies and they devastated them...
I cry the tired sorrows of youth
dreams untouched, dressed in mourning
Shadowy clouds in a foreign homeland welcome me.
And how it seems to me, every time
as if the world were ending here...
And my love, who went
under the soil, soil now,
flower of a mournful Friday
under the cypress trees
Is he sleeping?
Angel, what happened to that pink fluff?
What did Love have on his cheeks?
A lament of the earth, that is what I am
The missing hours deepen the absence even more.
Among the ruins, a poppy resists.
I guess the shutters have been left closed.
under the moon
to march your song through the wilderness.
The saltiness eats away the color
death holds fiery flames
Time passes quickly through the grilles
and brings the signs to light.
Rust, the ones that held the blood
and everything around is silent
to await a precious Spring
The crucifixion smells of holiness.
A silver arrow marks the horizon.
A white-winged dove
he carves the truth with his blood
on the map of consciousness.
At night the stolen stars lower
over demolished houses
and over unguarded souls.
At night, I wash my wounds on the beach.
At night, I'm reluctant to admit
that what I experienced will never come back.
At night, the voices still fight, intimidating
and mine.
This year, nostalgia triumphed.
the immobile thoughts will find stature
to hear the words differently
upright, disciplined souls
They don't kneel, they don't beg.
Memories are marked.
Life, the one that was taken from us
and we didn't have time to live
The soul ascended the ascent of the sun
and refuses
to come to terms with the dreaded landscapes and plans.
Swear
in the secret vigilance of the universe
in the roar of the Aegean listening to the debt
the sirens of oblivion far away.
Tomorrow,
a rose and a blonde sunflower
I want to give you Afandia
in the ears of corn after the morning rain
to see blood flowing from the wrinkle next to the forehead
and I keep the mark under my shirt.
Again for you the song will rise to the lips
and I will dance with my hair loose in the plain
but without you.
I stay awake for many hours.
holding the bloodsuckers securely
but, behind them many forms
They stay with me until dawn breaks.
The night struggles to swallow the wind
And I can pass the time.
Memories burn, images run
a child,
empty gaze behind the barbed wire
hands raised to the sky
lips half-open, bruised with fear
trembling limbs pinned to the ground
Ruined houses, barren fields, deserted peaks.
You hold pride as a ransom.
I'm not talking about revenge. Don't rush.
To distinguish right from wrong, we discuss
and we speak the language of the heart
among thousands
of justice illiterate.
I was a carefree child once.
I wore innocence in the flesh.
with cross-stitch white embroidery on the chest.
I was running barefoot in the sand
golden ochres spread out in the sun
steps, to conquer life with a flame.
And then, in the surprise of Love
The sunbeam found me among the honeysuckle
I counted star sparks in dreams
and I was waiting for you.
I tied the heartbeat in a knot in my scarf
and I held the amulet
hours when the twilight shone over the lighthouse.
The collapse came unexpectedly.
When did the dawn with blood-stained wheels break?
Suddenly I had to grow up in despair.
With silver-plated fingers
I recite precise silences
the load is heavy.
I touch the uprooting of the living
dead are raised, voices
Memory does not fade with new blood.
A huge red moon
rises above Famagusta.
There are no lost homelands.
Tomorrow,
on the bridge of the mind
cool breezes and heavy footsteps
The horse's hooves clatter on the cobblestones.
Tomorrow,
bypassing fate
by fate itself, life stronger.
Tomorrow,
Come, let's dig for the roots of immortality.
in that time that doesn't cost
but it is always valuable.
There I return to Afandia,
to pay off the debt
moving backwards from the beginning.
May 2002 in Corfu
