καταμετρώ προσμετρώ ένα-ένα τ' ανθρώπινα όρια του νοερού και του πραγματικού αυτού κόσμου
αθέατες λάμψεις λαβυρίνθων αστράφτουν κατάτι
κι υπενθυμίζουν την ωραιότατη αξόδευτη λάβα που είν' ικανός ο άνθρωπος για να σηκώσει
και να κάψει το σκότος του λαθραίου επιβάτη


i count the human limits of the imaginary and real world
unseen labyrinths slightly enlight
the beautiful endless magma that the man has the power to generate
and burn the darkness

a fest
people dropping smiles and handing love
so soft as the feel on one's hand of the small so innocent animal

οι τοκογλύφοι της άγρας του ωραίου έχουν πλουτίσει τόσο, που η περιουσία τους από δραχμές βλεμμάτων να μην καταφέρνει πια να γίνει πρασινάδα. Τόσο πολύ τα δέντρα γίνονται σαν άλογα που αλυχτούν, ζητώντας κι άλλα κι άλλα νεότητας πρώιμα φυλλώματα.

Τι σημαίνει αυτό; Δεν υπάρχει στην έκπληξη εθισμός. Το κάθε πρωί το περιμένεις στο ρολόι ή στο παράθυρό σου.

Ελύτης, Οδυσσέας 2x7 ε

last night, as if in a dreamtime, maybe at around 4.30, maybe not, i stood by the open window. Such peace in the misty open field with the line of lights and the railway. Several stars were seen on the sky and some turkish villages looked like gathered together stars. There was also music. I couldn't tell if it was the voice of a man or the sound of an instrument that bended over the land and reached the long distances through the mist, nature's darkness and the silence of us all. I couldn't tell if there were words or just a colourful tune. But i was somehow sure it was a miroloi or an amanes.

who would have guessed
the deep shadows of the trees
the well has shealed so well

looks pretty old, it makes me wonder. I imagine i were a woman in the past, enjoying this insight.
it's like a shadow that follows the movement closely.

χρόνια πολλά

31 years old

on this year's birthday
i saw both sides of the river Evros
and crossed the frontier
what strange land, we imagined it would be
what strange land, she smiled
what are we to do with our self?

Άρδας
ξημερώνει κόκκινος ήλιος σαν φεγγάρι

another one

down .

ps. these past few months i came across the house at least twice a day. I sensed the loss of it as if the people who lived in there (in their way on their time) were now gone for ever gone.
I glimpsed inside, the door was open: a baby's bed.

αντίλαλος


someday, grandma, we will make it happen
we will create a building as high as thunder
we will make a vision and rain and children
we will accompany the birds to their journeys


δες πόσο αγέρωχα στέκονται ετούτα απέναντι στον κίνδυνο και τον χρόνο