THEN who covers the acts of mortals halfway
so they won’t know what finally happened since
they had expelled us from our childhood before
we could learn anything
while the women, ominous during the day, unknown
during the night, reeled the road of our dreams
in their spindle.
And only, at midnight, as we returned from the taverns
he was standing at the edge of the street solemnly
kneading our misfortune with invisible miracles.
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 