translated by
Tzoutzi Mantzourani

Whore of a wound
Into the dusty eyes
The smell of the last stinks
All I have seen, it is here to torture me.
A man’s need
Reason and Beginning
Oh, beloved Nothing! You, that protected me
From Time
You, that will surrender me, back,
Wounded and free
And uselessly tear eyed.
Shattered in pieces as in Before
I salute you, that you are my work
You are all the windows into the world
A multicolored afternoon dipped into the mud
I was not expecting it, but it came
And Pointless.


       The struggle of acts, Provocateur, 2018