Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
My poem celebrates women. It would be nice if we could celebrate together, sipping something delicious, talking about women, their lives, and their condition from the beginning to the present, and finding a way to think of something useful to free them anywhere.
8th of MARCH
Women’s day celebration
Tastes of falsehood
the smell of these flowers
offered by the hands
that so many times
left marks on my body
as many as the clouds in the sky
on a winter day
nor do I recognize
this smile of yours
marked by wrinkles
of a man who faces life
dragging with him
heavy the burden of impiety
Printed in my mind
your evil gaze
say when
you blame me
for things never said or
things never done
pouring over me
your failures your defeats
I tell my pain
to the wind
the will to go
stifled inside me
the cold you brought into my heart
chilly like the wind of Buran
the darkness in my soul
like the arctic nights
and ripped you have my hope
and all my dreams
Of me
of the woman of yore
just a portrait remains
hanging on a wall
in this faded-walled house
where I wander as in a limbo
Flying hugs
Maria
