translated by Yannis Goumas

The present is jostling around me
It pushes me with its bulky body
It won't allow me for a moment
To have a breather

It rises like a wall of images
It short circuits my vision
Robbing me of every opportunity
To see over time

And outside the present
The future roams
Without reason

This doesn't joke
It shoots to kill

  Ippokratous 15, Saixpirikon Publications, Thessaloniki, 2011