FROM THE DIARY OF THE CENTURIES

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FROM THE DIARY OF THE CENTURIES

Days are the language
with which the eons tell us
word by word of life

©Michael Pais

http://alasinos.blogspot.com

(Translated by Valentini Papadopoulou Brady
University of Houston, Houston TX, USA)

WE ARE CHILDREN OF THE EARTH

Around the axis of our dream
Shining like a sun
Our trajectory now at perihelion but never touching it
Then at aphelion but never completely escaping it.

People around us
Like stars crowded in the sky
(and yet so far apart)
divided in various groups and colours.

Our fickle feelings change all the time in our heart like seasons.

The other day it was drought, loneliness and indifference.
The day before yesterday it was black clouds gathering
Coming with no end from the turbulent oceans of thought.

Yesterday it was storms and snow.
Uprooted were many of our hopes
And killed were all our tender buds of love.

Today we had peace and regret
While we took account of our actions.

Five hundred thousand molecules died
From floods and drought
A consequence of the excess of our feelings.

Five hundred thousand molecules died
From incurable diseases
A consequence of the pollution of the air in our soul.

And as many killed each other in various wars
A consequence of the constant effort
By powerful urges
To subjugate the weaker.

As many were the births.

We are children of the earth.

© Michael Pais

http://alasinos.blogspot.com/

(Translated by Valentini Papadopoulou Brady
University of Houston, Houston TX, USA)

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