Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Translated by Ashraf Chowdhury
Kafka- did he know an innocent to be hanged
For enjoying the beauty of a fort
Who knows not most of the convicts are innocent
In fact the man is worshipper of beauty- poet
The castle of ruler is of weapons
And the poet’s is of paper
The soldiers of emperors fight for death
The letter forces of a poet for the hope of victory
The castle of power is confused by ammunition
The essence of emptiness
And the castle of paper
Drip drop letters of love- bonfire
