ΕΛΛΗΝΩΝ ΓΛΕΝΤΙΑ!

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αρχηγοί στη γη να ηγείστε

στο χορό και στο τραγούδι

κι ας καεί το πελεκούδι!

Κι όσοι απ' έξω, αν σας δουν,

όσο κι αν παρεξηγούν,

την κεφάλα κι αν κουνούν

μας ζηλεύουν κι ας μυρλιάξουν,

τη ζωή δε θα χορτάσουν!

WILDFLOWERS AMONGST ANCIENT RUINS

Red wildflowers

amongst  the ancient ruins

and I, somewhere there

I get up and knock rattles

I fancy up myself

with blossoming buds

ignoring winters and autumns

I dream of a flame-burning summer

Joy blooms in ancient temples

in the sunlight

The gray marble

reflects a strange youth

through its ravages  ...

with purple splotches

-against time-

the poppies all over there

Doric form reminding

the debt for the beauty of simplicity

Apollon Oh!

Agamemnon Oh!

Clytemnestra Oh!

You swing majestic for centuries 

between the columns,

Operators of the Passion

which drips the spring ...

Watering Harmony

with pain and blood

And most of all

the terrible Erinyes wuthering for ever 

on the peaks of the cypresses ...

ON TRUTH'S EDGE

The breeze and the rain  are  

Trapped by your spring beauty

You didn't let them go away

From your long, loose hair. 

Although you  wanted so to blossom ,

Even if you  wanted your eyes  to rest

On the familiar, calm blue ...

The lush, dark green met you again,

You threw yourself into

Its strong turbulent tornado,

Red flower, you make 

Your soul's petals  to bleed...

VIGIL MEETING

oh my love, you are not with me!


I'm waiting for you awake in the dark.
Not allowing myself to sleep.
Just with the suspicion,
Just with the  morbid obsession that
You just wake up  and  you think of me.
I want to be ready and willing.
To  detect  your morning craving
Hovering in the air.
To touch my body and to feel
Floating your presence.
Your unbearable erection.
To recreate the smell of you
In my nostrils, which are so impatient.
To peek at our last photo together, stolen by me.
To lean forward to collect
With my tongue your silent tears.
To taste you salty.
"Μen are so awkward in tears" you told me
Right at the moment that your face
Became for me the most beloved vision.

CONFUSION-CLARITY

How many years in chains,
So much self-misleading!
How much wilted desire,
Allegiances without any meaning!


Restriction of freedom,
Required escape ...
Paranoia in a fatal living,
Rebellious willingness ...


How could the irrational logic,
Name the darkness as light!
How the confusion of the discipline,
Define the swamp as a dream place!


Inside an icy embrace,
Her fire is melting hard metals
Unmatched matching,
Helpless the stray lamb ...


Where the dusk has been blushed?
When the stars have been reigned?
How did beat again a dead heart?
When the night has been revealed?


Resting in a Lull.
Uplift and Breathing.
Resurrection through Escape.
Rememberance for Patience.

ONCE FOR A WHILE

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Please, my love, bend down low!
I won't lose myself for now.
I do not want it.
Hot, burnt...
I am in you.
You are caressing me.
Your breasts.
Your mouth.
For a while.
I'm lost.
To see you, to kiss you.
Come, we 'll go for a walk.
To hold you from the waist.
To peek at your neckline.
Amid the crowd.
Amid the crowd I want to kiss you.
In the middle of the wandering homelesses
In the presence of the thieves.
Face to face with the undercover cops.
Their crotch
Swelled with satisfaction by their gun.
They're watching
The youth doped
Injected with needles.
Come, I'll protect you in my arms.
That man's aiming to grab
Your purse from your hand.
I want to hold your hand.
Oh how much I 'd like to afford this leather jacket!
Next summer I will make a party.
My loan will be paid off at last.
Why are you so shy?
People don't care about us here.
Would you like a beer? ...Nice music.
I must catch the subway. Last train.
I want you. I want to kiss you.
To hug you.
Go to sleep.
I must catch the subway.
See you tomorrow.


First time drunken with beer.
She smoked one pack of cigarettes lonely in the night.
She knew.
The next day would flow like lava.
It was the end.
Not specified why, but she would be alone.
Completely alone.

WHAT I AM?

I'm not a poetess.
I'm in love.
What I wanted I got it.
How many people can ever feel this?
Supersaturated. I was full.
It is enough for everyone around.
Share my being.
Share my passion.
I was not "decent."
I was never "perfect."
What I often pretend to be, that 's another story.
In this, all I can say,
Art unites us,
It will support you, as
Supports me, here!
Straight I stand here!
I am my half, but happy
Because I had been a whole.
I saw! Though by the glow
Blinded again. Worth it!

BROKEN GLASS

I don't know what it is,
On you that  intrigues me
And all the nights along
you torture me.

Only with your eyes,
Only with your hands
Only with your mouth
You are controlling me.

You are in pieces
Inside my soul
Which are aching me
As broken glass.

Yet I 'm still pushing
To penetrate them harder,
To hurt me pointing
Your traces in there.

I do not know what it is,
That drives me crazy
And  into darkness
I  always rave.

I know that when
You'll touch me again,
From the bottom of my sea
I will emerge.

I want you so much,
That I 'm collapsing.
All the time cracking
And yet more bad.

This spring-while I had
Something expected-
Found me sterile empty
With neither a bud.

ΡΑΓΙΣΜΕΝΟ ΓΥΑΛΙ

Δεν ξέρω τι είναι,

Που με κεντρίζει

Κι όλα τα βράδια

Με τυραννάς.

THE OBSESSION

I've gotten into  

a habit lately,

which ended up becoming

lingering obsession.

I discover

a cell

I snuggle in THERE,

it is like a womb.

I cringe

in the fetal position.

I close my eyes

I seal  them.

With crossed hands

I hide my face

I start to MOURN

in mute...

Feeling pleasure.

I do not see.

I do not hear.

I hate the idea of something

to distract me.

I discover

eagerly

my divine third eye.

I really call

upon you in there

in the dark ...

I howl

"I'm collapsing,

without you now! "

But the most awful

is something else.

On the other end

of the string which connects us, 

you writhe cuddly,

in love,

aching in the night ,

weeping at dawn,

tormented, confused.

Denying all alone your needs .

Swearing that we became strangers.

No matter what you did or  felt till now

-how is it possible YOU to do not know this? -

I would always cut my veins for your sake, 

even if you  refuse to accept it.

Whatever you say or you do not say,

silence between us will never be opaque.