- 2015
translated by Yannis Goumas
Darkness
two or three dewy leaves
night
a cat climbed up a dream and from its roof
she landed in the garden
I remember telling her: “You are making a mistake,
I don’t have a cat.”
“I am not lost,” she said,
“you were looking for me.
We can steal this dove
without compunction, without second thoughts.”
I didn’t answer.
--“But you are crying, why are you crying,” she asked.
--“It’s the beauty,” I whispered.
The garden burst into bloom.
Desert as Desire, Metronomos Publications, Athens, 2015
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