translated by Nanos Valaoritis

Secure is the world and the house
With small windows.
That see on windows
That see on windows-
I inhabit modestly
Hiding like obscene fantasies
My heart my kidneys and the bowls
The brain, the liver and the lungs
My entangled nerves the shame of secretions
Their intentions, the act and thei blood

Me and my mistaken spirit
Bits itself with screams
Bottled up.

  I he, Thessaloniki, 1977