VII
Something vague gave birth to me
as they told me I was born in the sunshine.
Little in passion and in sorrow
I walk toward something light
that will be life
and I stop…
I return…death.
I count time with what I’ve lived
and what is forthcoming
that resembles
the incomparable end.
Only, look, the craft and the fisherman
can’t be separated from the blue
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 