- 2013
translated by Yannis Goumas
A sense of infantile
life
a child I fall on the child
I used to be
− like snow −
and I’m
a sense of the self
that contains
things to come
as already accomplished
the distance shortens
the snows melt
leaving behind them
cement
The abrading of time (2013)
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