Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
A LOVER’S QUISER
Pink and gray, the cowardly years sit on hanger
Wherever you would be in the world woman, moments pass by on saddle
O, angel of waiting for human life, calm and sugary!
Oh, how you, peaceful molded you became!
A lover’s quiver!
Trapped in the immensity of “a lot” missing
You are the word itself, body and soul, jackpot.
TUCK ME IN
Come home, autumn is coming, wind is coming
All that was left behind has faded away, it is broken
In the background the calms and restlessness kisses cowardly
And the blind tear speaks…
The season is coming, it’s coming crooked, hasty
Smiling through the maze of every poppy
The love delirium blooms alone, lightheaded
And without you I return, silent, sob, what should I do?
“You won’t be able to give me a hand
I’m going to fall and you won’t be able to”
Watery winter to keep it straight, to the dead
“I’m going to fall and you won’t be able to”.
Late if you arrive, tuck me in
With as much peace as long as your love boils
With her arms and rivers beneath the stature of the evening
It seek my warm breathing and hold me to the bosom of resurrection
