I keep walking in my city. I am practically a tourist.
The tourist gaze reforms it all; reshapes it through
A tourist keeps looking for a new social identity investigating
He is constantly hoping.
to begin from basics.
from plain grass
from dead leaves
to new flowers amongst the rocks.
sun within clouds
naval battles of the sky
these are spectators, silent and exhausted.
a theatrical slope, don't you think.
"Tα πρωινά όνειρα αργούν να μ' αποχωριστούν"
Γ. Σεφέρης (Μέρες: 1925)
"The dreams of early morning reluctantly abandon me"
G. Seferis (Days: 1925)
"Morning dreams take time to depart from me"
"My morning dreams take time to detach"
in just one garden
I am inclined to believe that there is -somewhere on this planet- a place where simplicity and age are appreciated and approached with awe.
We would only need our eyes to see. We would only love. There.