LIKE A FISH

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I feel weak.

Since I am a fish

and you are my sea.

Shining are all in the air

the sun and the beings

Seem tempting.

But I cannot

breathe except

in your humidity .

Tide, let rise up!

I suffocate so close to you ...

Your foam is your caress.

What else should I wait !

A redemptive wave ...

If not,  It'll be  fatal.

Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!

A fish is fading out

Away from your azure ...! 

COMME UN POISSON

Je me sens faible.
Comme je suis  poisson
et que vous êtes ma mer


Brillant tout dans l'air;
le soleil et les êtres aussi
Paraîssent alléchants.


Mais je ne peux pas
respirer que
dans votre humidité .

Μarée haute , que vous montez!
J'étouffe si près de vous donc ...
Une caresse humide, votre mousse.


Que d' autre  puisse-je attendre
d' une vague libératrice ...
Sans ça le fatal.


Dépêchez-vous! Dépêchez-vous!
Un poisson s' eteint
Loin  de votre azur ...

OPPOSITE

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We're sitting opposite each other

Those who have met you,

while we were together,

were of the opinion

that you had many thorns.

Well, you also when

we were watching ourselves

together in the mirror:

"What do you want, sweetie,

with a man like me...",you had said.

It seemed to me unnatural!

We are sitting opposite each other.

And I'm sure:

Opposite to me is sitting just my self.

AWAY

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I've been denied by you.
Every day you tend to reach
a hand away than mine.
I  don't wish  anymore 
to be together again.
But such matching souls
it is so sad 
to  do not   touch each other 
even in grief...
You are in great pain.
But I, I 'm canceled.

ΣΑΝ ΤΟ ΨΑΡΙ

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Αισθάνομαι αδύναμη.
Αφού είμαι το ψάρι 
κι είσαι η θάλασσα μου.

Λαμπρά όλα στον αέρα
-ο ήλιος μα και τα όντα-
Φαντάζουν δελεαστικά.

Πλην όμως δεν μπορώ
ν' ανασάνω παρά
με την υγρασία σου.

Πλημμυρίδα, ας έρθεις!
Ασφυκτιώ τόσο εγγύς...
Ένα σου χάδι ο αφρός.

Τι άλλο προσμένω από
κύμα λυτρωτικό...
Άνευ δε το μοιραίο.

Βιάσου! Βιάσου! Βιάσου! 
Ένα ψάρι σβήνει
Μακριά απ'το γαλάζιο...

FIGURE FADING

You're down there lost
Ιn the back seats.
I can not even see you.
Your image is fading fast.
I write down your name every day
To keep rememberences.
As if you never existed.
As hard if I struggle 
I cannot bring you in life.
I deny any responsibility.
I remain steady.
You are moving away.
You just don't want to be here.

DANDELIONS

Failure is also a success on the wrong track;

Sometimes one achieves what others were dreaming of

Then they say he had good luck



A lot of struggle was needed though

They beautify the facts by saying

"It's time now to enjoy

what you are worthy of"



Suddenly

- just by observing some subtle dandelions flying free-

everything disappears

Just like that!



You weep in secret

Who understands these cloudy eyes?

Nobody sees the ultimate internal loneliness

which makes you melt like a candle every night

Consciousness wakes up right here

Some people were destined to be elsewhere

Their lives blossomed in the wrong garden 

Just like it happens with the subtle flying seeds

which people call Dandelions

They are drifted by the cool breeze

Wildflowers bloom in the orchard because of them

 destined to be eradicated 

sooner or later

Innocent beauty grew in the wrong place

Bad luck! 

They were meant to grow elsewhere

HELAS THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD WAS EATEN!

I hope, dear fellow poets, one day 
I'll write gently and serene ...
Because this cry of mine, 
Is not at all, like your poetry ...
It is just transfusion of emotions …
It’s blood and soul directly taken from their source.
When shall I be able to combine
The passion with calm logic?
Or to embroider sensually to reason
The fascinating web of lust?
I lived, I am living with a knife in the back.
With a  lover killer and noose.
In a place where only the corks are  floating ...
In a homeland where they are
Sinking diamonds in the mud
and show off them only to sell them.
I wonder, dear fellow poets, could I sculpt
less indelicate  words?
How to convert  the rage in peace?
Who once had been holding my hand, instead of pushing me down?
Who did involved with me without charging to me the fact of the error?
Who ever stayed with me just because he needed just Me?
I am a sea medusa , which used to be a delicate sea anemone.
The mutation of a victim with withered petals in a perpetrator .
No, unfortunately I can no longer
dangle  anchored to the corals!
Transparent I’m carried away amid the waves.
I'm here to remind you that you are not alone;
I invite you to your small, earthy,
Temporary but secure paradise,
Where and for as long you occasionally will enjoy.
Always in fear of the wolf ...
Ah, finally ... I was not fooled:
The Little Red Riding Hood was devoured by him .
Maybe better you to see your  sudden future end,
So that you reward festively with passion every start.

FLESH REMEMBERS

See how I 'm laughing!
I forgot you, I forgot all about you ...
There is nothing
Anymore acute.
The nightmares,
The night-awakenings,
The sighs,
The illness,
The tears ...
The provocative
Veins at the wrists
Are deafening to me,
As they throb with life ...
I can deal with all these
Easily now.
I've  learned how.
And even when it starts
-This pincer
In my heart-
In the night usually
Struggling me ...
Sometimes when the truth
Rings in tin roofs
Along with the rain,
I smile shamelessly
To your blurry image 
And I know ...
You hear me 
Slowly mumbling:
I can stand it now , go away!
I do not belong to you anymore ...
I do not know why, but
My body, when numb,
Always betrays me:
It's still yours ...

JUST A SMALL DEATH

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The point is loneliness ...

Look at her eyes!

Do you see the little death

Flickering in there?

When you was given her soul

Revealing her fragile core

You pulled out your favorite sharp blade

Cutting into pieces furiously and on the spot

Every type of pregnant roundness,

Every newborn possibility 

To leave away from her arms 

Lucid and winged.

What was the meaning of your very approach?

It has been rumpled and thrown into the trash.

What was the point of the commemorative photos?

Pre-planned death's memento.

You got just what and just as much you liked.

You did not want anything more.

She was deceived opening a door to contact.

You didn't come to reflect your soul to her own.

You came merely to grab what it was missing to you.

You didn't  come to break the ice of isolation.

You just quenched your thirst and returned to your shell.

You left her dumbfounded alone with her present's nightmares.