Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
I was crying in the higher hours, next to your eyelid
It was dreaming of silver, calmness of water in mind
As if you were Romeo, the twin, straw
And me the pretty Juliet…
Sadness with huge thirst…It’s not too late!
Struck with harsh words and I don’t know
That somewhere in the ordinary, love was purring mirth
Steadfast as a wall with roots…
Love, in my thought you were stolen
Oh, “clear of perfumed night”!
And through the bitter vast,
The little butterflies are sacrificing themselves
Looking towards the beloved path
In the dilemma of “to be”or “not to be”
“As I waited for you
Everything has passed
Me and the moon we seem, in sigh”
Sort of a last sin.
And as loud you would be, under the amazed portrait
Living fire came out, at every step had to go through
Eyes have stopped, like two stars on the move
On the breasts, flower among flowers in gathering
And I let you string mature
The white and pure dream
…As if you were Romeo, the twin, straw
And me the pretty Juliet…
