Mercy                                                                                      September 2005

My zeal for pain

Has turned my head

Has reaped the crops

Of years of trials

Alone

I stand

Once more

I hunger

For what might come

After the seize

Of dreadful dreams

Of rain

Of thunder

The sun might rise

But then

I wonder

What if it tears

My heart asunder

What if the hubris

of dreams abandoned

tails me for life

my peace of mind

never regained

no chance of mercy

being granted?

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Ioύνιος                    2005         

Ανοίγω τα μάτια

Τα χρόνια γλίστρησαν

μέσα απ’ τους ευσεβείς μου πόθους

Και ταξίδια

          πόθοι μπουμπούκια

τα πέταλά τους κλειστά

το χρώμα τους δεν το’δε

          ο ήλιος

          ποτέ

σ’ αυτά τα χρόνια που γλίστρισαν

μέσα απ’ τα όνειρά μου

Κι η ζωή

αυτή η ατμομηχανή

θόρυβο κάνει για το τίποτα

          σταθμούς αφήνει

πόρτες θεόκλειστες, αμπαρωμένες

Κι εγώ

ματιές κλεφτές θυμάμαι

χρώματα, θάλασσες και δάση

μητροπόλεις και χωριά

Σα να ταξίδεψα

Σα να’ φυγα

Σα να’ζησα

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(Yet another bridge to cross)

Below zero                                                                              September 2005

For life

For love

Love unrequited

For fear of life

For dreams

So wildly persecuted

For all I am

For all I have

For my desires

My woes have looted

I choose to stay

To hum the countdown

Of what I had

Of what I loved

My heart uprooted

"He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land
making all hia nowhere plans for nobody..."

(Bridge crossing in September 2005)

Of my illusions

I love most

this hope I host

Of couples dying hard in time

I place your picture next to mine

defying destiny

inclined

to kill illusions

of such kind

                     

"I will cross that bridge when I get there" is a phrase I've been using so often lately that it really makes me wonder: 

How many more bridges are there anyway?