- 2010
translated by Ravi Shankar
I spent all my life
In this hotel
Waiting for you to arrive.
Without a house of my own.
Without a room for my friend.
Listening to the radiator buzz
Eating like a thief, drinking beers.
People came to see me but I refused
In case you called.
I spent nights silent, talking to you.
Acting out our encounters in my mind,
I became a director of the skies.
Your absence alone made me
Bear this existence.
Now I aim my viewfinder at a clear blue shot.
I want it empty of hurricanes, of birds
Yet some cloud persists. Blots the sight.
Gardens in the sand, Gavrielides Publications, Athens 2010