translated by Yannis Goumas


two or three dewy leaves
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