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Poem by Manolis Anagnostakis


Day will come when we won’t have anything to say

we’ll sit opposite each other looking into each other’s eyes

my silence will say: how beautiful you are

yet I don’t find any words to describe it

we’ll travel somewhere out of boredom

or you’ll say that we also travelled.

People always grope around and at last they find love

however they don’t find anything

sometimes I ponder that life is so short

it isn’t even worthy of trying to start it

I leave Athens and go to Montevideo or

perhaps to Shanghai, this is also something

you can’t doubt

remember that we smoked a lot of cigarettes

and talked all night long back then

I don’t remember what we talked about

yet we did it with so much interest

I wish that one day I could go far away from you

although even there you will come looking for me

oh, God, no one can truly live alone.

Tasos Livaditis – Poems, Volume II

Posted: 28/01/2023 by vequinox in Literature

WE NEVER spent a single night without him so that

everyone would wonder whether they fit in their lives and

when we talked to an empty basket or a passing shadow

it was perhaps an eternal hint they didn’t answer

though we always hoped; life finds us so unprepared

then as we neared the black trees I remembered the old

sealed rooms when the wax dripped slowly until suddenly

it snuffed out in the irreparable;

          my glance was fixated on the curtain with such

intensity that the curtain stirred letting the small

grave sign appear, which we, when young, had

unsuspectedly hugged and since then it resided

along with other incomprehensible items

in the silence of our hearts.

Κατερίνα Φλωρά, Άτεμνος

Posted: 28/01/2023 by vequinox in Literature

To Koskino

Διασχίζοντας τις παραλλήλους
συλλογίζομαι την παράλληλη πορεία μας,
δρόμοι που για λίγο συναντώνται για να χωριστούνε πάλι

Περιπατητές στου χρόνου την άκρη
της στιγμής εραστές που απομακρύνεται
που ξεγλιστρά της συνείδησης την κυριαρχία

Το κορίτσι χάμω με λυγμούς
κάπως έτσι θα ‘ναι ο πόνος
όταν ο χρόνος διαστέλλεται
όταν ανήμπορα και απατηλά διαφεύγει

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