I WANT TO WRITE

My clumsy hands
Are beating the keys ...
 I keep no pencil,
 I am ashamed of the sheet ...


I've been very tired
Τo persuade myself at last!
 What was choking me,
 Should be expressed ...


Perhaps what I 'm saying,
 Seems ephemeral.
 But it is a path
 to a dumb soul.


Actually redeemed 
When Erato or Euterpe
Are visiting me 
In my lonely nights.


Dark Mystery
Of my conscience
 Fair speech 
YOU listen.


Oh yes! Enthusiasm
Is flooding me,
When I feel I'm talking 
And endlessly YOU listen.

My space-time 
YOU are unfolding,  
You offer me the dreem
Of an eternal moan ...