Transient from my insomnia yesterday
a little bit, for a moment, he smiled at me
the goddess with the purple ribbon…….
who has been circulating my secrets since I was a childThen he disappeared sailing to the right
to go n’ empty the bucket with t’ my trash
-of the soul cigarette butts and apoptas-
where old youth is still boiling
and the sea is haughty.
a little bit, for a moment, he smiled at me
the goddess with the purple ribbon…….
who has been circulating my secrets since I was a childThen he disappeared sailing to the right
to go n’ empty the bucket with t’ my trash
-of the soul cigarette butts and apoptas-
where old youth is still boiling
and the sea is haughty.
Again in the belly of the sea the black
that cloud that raises smoke
like voices above a shipwreck
Lost those who are caught by the Elusive
that cloud that raises smoke
like voices above a shipwreck
Lost those who are caught by the Elusive
Like me the day before yesterday of Agios Georgios today
which I went to breed with standing horses
and armor bearers
and it all spilled on me, off the ground, the amorous
my soul.
(From the poetry collection "Diary of an invisible April").
which I went to breed with standing horses
and armor bearers
and it all spilled on me, off the ground, the amorous
my soul.
(From the poetry collection "Diary of an invisible April").