Poet’s Note: Finally I come to translate into English the short poem I wrote about one year ago in Greek. I am not even aware of the number of poems I already have created and even less of the lack of translation of these poems into various languages. Well, hopefully before passing out, I will manage to translate each poem into every language I am speaking.
You see,
because I started to forget
carrying out my thoughts without any sense of structure
and finding pleasure within the emptiness of nothingness
– seemingly floating within inactivity –
creating images and visions with great thirst,
one after another…
You see,
this is why I found myself sick
inside my own mind many times
– almost like a lifeless, non functional piece of whatever.
But then,
then I leaned in a weird way up there,
up there, while walking on that rope
so I turned a little bit more to the side
and found myself as you see
in the side of folie
which means insanity in French.
In this realisation I smiled in absolute peace.
With that awareness, I smiled in complete peace.
Lignes invisibiles 