‘‘Addressing
to..’’
Just a bad moment and ruined the views of the winds
Any of the little young pots of
patience withered away
Under the mountain of
revelation
When uttered you want no more
Me, you don’t want
Feeling like burning on the gunwale
Under the midday sun
The dry little hills remaining
for ever youthful
Unable to listen to Chalkidhiki’s
Oratorio.
The young boys at the
restaurant
Feeling sorry for the mussels
seeing
You drying them with your
tongue
And I was staring at with
enchainment
Till that very morning you
turned me out of the boat
Droplets shot up over your
shoulders as you
Were moving away
Though later it dawned on me
That you didn’t mean it
For I caught a glimpse of you
Glancing back again at me this way
(Translated by Zoë Papalouka)