translated by Tzoutzi Mantzourani

 

Such a pity that the beautiful island fade away
Behind cement slums
Just when we were waiting
For something to happen

It was not for our teeth
So much of death

There were children in the fort

Neither were the knives a solution

(Just like) every arrow
that hits you

it is not an Iliad.

 

     A Mythical Day, Endymion Editions, Athens, 2014