Oenoscope, Dionysus and Poet
I go back to the streets and look for the causes,
Where have the children of virtue gone?
And I've been looking for them for three bitter decades?
I read messages on the peaks
I sign papyri,
and from the writings of the ancients
I copy a couple of words,
to keep as your heirloom
to light your sun.
Oenoscope, Dionysus, Pramateuftis
I return to the streets and give my soul,
Where have the children of virtue gone?
and those I loved are no longer with me?
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