Month: August 2013

Στοχασμός σε μια Πανσέληνο

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Αν εκπαιδεύαμε τα νιάτα
Πιότερο για ήλιο παρά για χαλασμό
Αν στα στήθια τους επάνω
Κρεμόντουσαν μονάχα
Τα άνθη του υμέναιου
Παρά φυσίγγια της οργής
Αν περπατούσαν μέσα στον παράδεισο

The Sin

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They left, they left – he said. They stayed – he said in a while. They stayed.
They exist.
Gullible days, wasted. And there were a few trees.
The roofs leaned their shoulders more impressively. George,
on top of the ladder, was fixing the plaster festoon
of the neoclassical house. Further down in the harbor
the longshoremen were creating a havoc. They carried
large wooden boxes tied with ropes. Two dogs
walked edge to edge in the street.