Poem by Kostas Kariotakis
NOSTALGIA
From the depths of the good times
our love bitterly waves
You don’t love and you don’t remember, you say
and if your heart aches and if you cry
you can’t cry like the first time
you don’t love, you don’t remember, you may cry.
Suddenly you’ll see two blue eyes
you caressed one night long ago
and you’ll feel a calamity stirring
inside you: an old calamity that re-emerges.
Memories will start their macabre
dance going about the past
and like back then a bitter tear
will appear flowing down your eyes
that like pale suns reflect onto your heart
their light that melts snow
love that although dead it still stirs
the first concerns it has re-ignited.
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 