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Ένα χέρι που ρίχνει κάθε τόσο στάρι στη φωτιά,

ένα μονόφθαλμο ψάρι που διασχίζει το δωμάτιο,

τα κρυφά ζώα της νύχτας πίσω απ’ τα σπίτια

κι αυτός καθισμένος στο κρεβάτι με μια τανάλια.

Ο Πέτρος μπήκε στο λουτρό να πλύνει τα χέρια του.

Εγώ κοιτάω αμέτοχος. Κρατώ κλειστή την ομπρέλα.






A hand that so often throws wheat on the fire;

a one-eyed fish that crosses the room;

the secret animals of the night behind the houses;

and he’s sitting on the bed with a pair of pliers.

Peter entered the bathroom to wash his hands.

I look as though uninvolved. I hold the folded umbrella.






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