translated by Tzoutzi Mantzourani


Dark saps
Under the town
Of the will of men
Hands holding the handrail
“c’ est bon” and all well.
Yet, how did our steps grow so narrow!
Our beloved ones
Eyes swollen in the morning weather
The already paid mistakes, and the shadows.
A thin dusted surface of glass.


       The struggle of acts, Provocateur, 2018