Sunday, August 16, 2020

 And tonight, the wind-master, his 

violin in the foliage and the loop castanets 

on the tiles ... In the wet windows, the lights of Salonika 

dance phantom ...



Woe to those who will not ask why I am returning here

Woe to those who forgot what he did to me

Bad for you if a man like me no longer laughs

Too bad for me growing up with you

ugly one who will tremble because I was born here


He will come and not say who he is

He will come and look for me

I will be there with him to settle the bill 

and then I will leave


Sweet day but I will not live it

The sky is clear that I will not look at

The vendetta never brings peace

It is a road that will not end for me ...



July came in hot.

The pink flamingos, closed the day,

 in the lagoon of Agios Mamas, stepping 

in the fiery sunset ..


Tonight, the sea died.

The lullaby of her roar does not reach here ...

Not a rustle in my trees.

The nightingales and the red-necked animals 

mated and stopped the night owl ...

With all the windows open and the smoke 

from my cigarette, it stands helpless in front of me ...

Not even a little aura outside ...

Only the moon, dry from dew,

gathers lazily cotton from the clouds ... to dress 

on Sunday "the moon of the red deer" ...

The new fluff shines, they say, 

on their backs, like purple velvet ...


And what would I not give now for a

 "Bloody Mary" with crushed ice ...

Let a summer rain dawn tomorrow ... 

Then, I will sleep ...




It finally rained ...

I remember Steinbeck's favorite book, 

''To an Unknown God'…. that when it rained,

 the whole village came out, rolled 

in the mud and made love ... 

 on the veranda and started the sea bream and the stories ...

 I was told that they took the skin out 

of the ewes in his village and they filled them 

with milk to make butter and cheese ... and how 

we grew up with cornbread bobs ...

It's where the drilling broke down and 

all the trees turned yellow as if it were autumn ... 

Tonight we will sleep lightly ... We picked up 

a wet kitten that was crying and took 

out the snout that was 

hidden in the basement from the thunder ...



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