Preparing the greek edition of my recently in November published anthology is fascinating. I just translated a poem from English into Greek. Το μόνο που ήθελα να πω είναι αυτό ότι δηλαδή μην περιμένεις το θάνατο να σε βρει με τον τρόπο που φανταζόσουν ότι θα σε βρει ακόμα και όταν φλερτάρεις με τις τελευταίες […]
Read More Οι τελευταιες ώρεςThe greek translation of the poem “Boxes”. Όλοι ζείτε μέσα σε κουτιά. Ζω επίσης μέσα σε ένα κουτί. Το κουτί μου είναι πολύ μικρό. Αλλά υποθέτω ότι το μέγεθος του κουτιού δεν έχει σημασία. Παραμένει πάντα ένα κουτί. Το κουτί μου μερικές φορές είναι σκοτεινό. Αλλά υποθέτω ότι η φωτεινότητα δεν έχει σημασία. Παραμένει πάντα […]
Read More Κουτιά (Greek translation)In the reality of repetition you’ll see with the introduction of the manner, how repetition transforms from a repetitive monster into a fragile flower that travels with the wind. If you want to get rid of the repetition there is no other way but only to invent a different way. A differente manner. I have […]
Read More RepetitionPoet’s Note: The only thing, which made me suffer so much, but in the same time grow as I never imagined before, was the time I spent alone – and this was most of my life. The little stream near the grape fields turns into a soft valley There once, tenderly, passed the water Now […]
Read More Crossing the grassI never cut myself the way I did right now and the water which is running through me, it never left such burning marks on my skin, the way it does right now the wrinkles on my face did never before look intense, just like right now and the heart never before screamed with such […]
Read More The FallPoet’s Note: Looks like I am working faster than death; I translated two poems into English in one day. Two fists behind a pair of eyes. The desire for the deepest breaths, the confirmation of life somewhere in the air. Sometimes the eyes will light up on that deepest breath. occasionally. Wake up from your […]
Read More ReturnPoet’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 […]
Read More InsanityAll I wanted to say is that do not wait for death finding you the way you were imagining it would find you even when flirting with the last hours everything will spin the way it was spinning before without any tragedy, without any changes. Now the children are playing, screaming for that flying object […]
Read More The last hoursFrequently, the brain peels off like a fruit with multiple layers of skin, learns how to waste itself on eternal timelines, often without any specific topic. Like sparks of a moment, one will surpass the other thoughts inside the brain, without any rest. I don’t mean that we are the type of dancers who are […]
Read More FrequentlyThis is the summer of the mountains and as September approaches the lakes together with the low steppe are waiting and I already see the yellow color in front of my eyes shining like gold through the air when they were picking the grapes I was dancing inside the steppe waiting for nobody waiting for […]
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