Some days

Some days
are better than yesterdays
when to remember is only pain

and rain comes down the glass on the table

Some nights
are struck with lightning
when I think of you

and rain comes down inside me

my fingers shiver
I cannot think
of anything better
than you

Some nights are painted blue

my head swears and curses
I cannot drink
anything better
than you

Some days last forever

they sell cheap
without you

trains shout your name
into the coldest night
under a hellish sun

a white submission
summons the minutes
cries out loud in my ears
words and whispers

my head swears and curses

I cannot see
anything nomore
a white inferno
a blind bat
this hour

Some hours last forever
cannot die
without you

Some noons are standing still
long shadows
they devour men

sky and sea the same

I cannot feel
nothing nomore

Some days are better than todays
Some nights will be worse than tonight
a stubborn animal
this hour

when I think of you
my head swears and curses
I cannot see
I cannot feel
I cannot drink

I can only love you
some days
some nights



(from the collection "Inner Flood")

you are

a starless night
you are
inside my heart
a speechless silent Sunday

the darkest path
the end of soul
you are

the face of Eros
Aphrodite's body
the mask of Janus
you are
that blossoms in purple fields

the darkest path
you are
of passions and vices
untold and hidden
for centuries inside the rocks
under the black sea
over mountain tops

a song with no words
you are
inside my head
that needs escape

a song with no rhythme
a song to be sung
by a kid
a silent Sunday in Spring
or Summer

the darkest path you are
to light


 (from the collection "Inner Flood")

Real

Are you real?
I can see you
through a dark mirror
miles away

are you a scent?
are you a thought?

are you a melting candle
in a wooden cabin?
are you a wind
passing through the forest?

I can hear you
miles away

are you a cry?
are you a yell?
are you a yellow meadow of joy,
a velvet carpet of flowers?

I can smell you

In stillness of time I cage my thought
of flowers
of you
through the window
my kisses
travel away upon a song of mine

through a dark mirror
you are real
now


(from the collection "Inner Flood")

Tonight

Tonight  I drink
my love for you
small sips that is
a sip of your eyes
a sip of your smile
tonight I drink
to your beautiful body
your heavenly soul
your absolute beauty

tonight I think
with a sturdy mind
set on your neck
your wonderful back

small kisses I send

to cover you all
a state of sorrow
my love for you

my stamina dims
lips that cannot talk

not anymore


tonight
I am drunk
with a pair of shoes

a breeze through your hair
a burnt out candle

your wonderful words I await

to cover me all
to bring to its knees

my full desire


(from the collection "Inner Flood")

Αυτά

Αυτά είναι τα μηνύματα που θα σου έγραφα
Οι λέξεις που θα ψιθύριζα
Τα τραγούδια που θα σφύριζα
Τα φιλιά που θα έκλεινα μέσα στο φάκελο μιας νύχτας

Ότι θα σου έλεγα είναι εδώ
σε αυτές τις γραμμές
και ότι θα ένιωθα επίσης
αν για μία φορά σε είχα αγγίξει

και όλα τα δάκρυα μου
είναι εδώ και αυτά
τα γράμματα που θα έστελνα
και τα μικρά μου δώρα όλα

Ότι θα είχα ευχηθεί για εσένα είναι εδώ
ανάμεσα σε μερικά κενά κρυμμένο
ότι θα μου είχε λείψει από σένα
ότι θα μου είχες πεί μέσα σε λίγα λεπτά
και σε μια ζωή

αν είχα μιλήσει τότε
αν είχα γυρίσει από έναν άλλο δρόμο
αν για μία φορά σε είχα κοιτάξει
εγώ

Αυτά είναι τα μηνύματα που θα σου έγραφα
οι λέξεις, τα τραγούδια, τα φιλιά, τα δάκρυα
όλα μέσα εδώ σε μία φράση

εγώ
σε αγαπώ ακόμα

Τέλος - End

Μια μέρα ένα παιδί θα πει τ' όνομά σου
Σε ένα λεπτό που το είχες χάσει
Μια μέρα που δεν πρόσεξες τον ουρανό
Σε ένα λεπτό θα ξέρεις ότι έχεις πεθάνει

Μια κοπέλα θα χτενίζει τα μαλλιά της
Σε ένα δωμάτιο βρώμικο
Ένας γέρος θα περνάει φορτωμένος πρωινά όνειρα

μια μέρα που δεν είδες τον ουρανό

θα γυαλίζουν έναν καθρέφτη που κοιτάχτηκες κάποτε
θα σπάσει ένα ποτήρι απ' όπου ήπιες
θα είναι το σαλόνι γεμάτο βρύα
και από το ταβάνι της κάμαρας θα κρέμονται κλαδιά

Η πόρτα του μπαλκονιού ανοιχτή
φύλλα θα μπαίνουν μες το δωμάτιο
και μέσα σ΄ όλο το κίτρινο θα χαθεί ο βαφτιστικός σταυρός

μια μέρα που έχασες τον ουρανό

θα έχεις μικρά χαρτιά μες τις τσέπες σου
και μια φωτογραφία λεκιασμένη και παλιά
η πόρτα του μπαλκονιού ανοιχτή
ο αέρας θα τραγουδάει έρωτες χθεσινούς
σε ένα μικρό και βρώμικο δωμάτιο

θα είναι η μητέρα χαρούμενη που τέλειωσε με τις δουλειές
και τα αδέρφια σου θα λεν αστεία όπως πάντα
Ένα μπουκάλι κρασί θα στέκει στο τραπέζι

μια μέρα ένα παιδί θα φωνάξει τ' όνομά σου
πίσω απο μια μαύρη σιδερένια πόρτα
κι ο αέρας θα σφυρίζει

μια μέρα ο ουρανός δε θα υπάρχει
θα ξέρεις ότι έχει τελειώσει ο χρόνος
τότε θα αρχίσεις να περπατάς επάνω του



(από τη συλλογή "Εσώτερη Πλημμύρα")
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One day a child will speak your name
in a minute that you had lost
on a day that you failed to notice the sky

In a minute you will know you are dead

A girl will brush her hair
in a dirty room
An old man will stroll full of morning dreams
on a day that you failed to see the sky

They will polish a mirror you once stood before
a glass you drank from will break into pieces
The living room full of grass and mud will be
From the bedroom ceiling brunches will hung

The balcony door open
will let the leaves fill the room
inside this yellow you baptism cross will vanish

a day you lost the sky

you will have small papers inside your pockets
and a photograph stained and old
The balcony door open
The air will sing for old forgotten loves
in a small dirty room

Mother will be happy she finished at last
your brothers will be joking as always
A bottle of wine will stand on the table

One day a kid will yell you name
behind a black iron door
and the air will whistle

a day the sky will not exist anymore
then you will know that your time has ended
then you will start walk upon it
 


(from the collection "Inner Flood")

Maybe

Some days I feel
I should not tell you
I love you
Some nights too

Better to keep my mouth shut
I should not tell you
I adore you
I need you
I worship you
not through an image
I should not

those things are told
in smaller alleys
or in a dark room
when the sun sets
or rises
when light fondles
the lovers bodies

I should tell you
under an orange tree in spring
near the seaside's biggest rock
in a small hut on the mountain

Maybe I will tell you

in the middle of a grey stair
standing through a yellowish door
on a rainy afternoon
when those things are told, that is

not through a mirror

Some days I feel
Some night I must tell you
I love you
Then

I will kiss you
until the sun sets
or rises

(from the collection "Inner Flood")

In the middle

I am standing
burning

in the  middle of the living room

a photo and a memory of you besides
wild horses run in the bedroom
some arrows pinned on the walls
the ceiling is a flowery meadow

I am burning

an old man vanishes in the corner
It's me in the dark
the door is a shining mirror
in it twenty thousand stairs
lead to the sky

a memory of you
a flowery meadow

cats allover lick their bowls
wine turns to milk slowly

It's me in the middle
a shining mirror burning
passion sits besides
desire reigns the sky

a baby appears
in the middle of the living room
cries out loud

my love for you.

(from the collection "Inner Flood")