- 2011
translated by Yannis Goumas
Again today I didn't shave my beard
Nor my queries
I rehearse my funeral
In the mirror's quicksand
Disgorging
Foam and shreds
Suffocating
At the bottom of my face
I daren't emerge
The surface isn't salvation
There you'll see drowning
There you'll see sinking
Let me stay here and feel my body
Clean of buoyancy
This instinct that draws you
By force to float
For certain, one day, when I'm able,
I'll write the impressions of a drowned man
Ippokratous 15, Saixpirikon Publications, Thessaloniki, 2011
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