In qualche modo non ho mai prestato attenzione durante le lezioni ma in qualche modo ho sempre saputo cosa veniva detto alla fine e in qualche modo potrei sempre dare una risposta. In qualche modo non c’era importanza in ciò che veniva detto ma solo in quello che sto immaginando. Non ha nulla a che […]
Read More In qualche modo (Italian translation)Una storia dei vecchi tempi della mia vita a Berlino. L’originale era scritto in greco, ma ho deciso di tradurre anche il testo in italiano. Nel fiume… da qualche parte sulle rive di quel fiume con il nome Maybachufer… strisce d’acqua di tutte le dimensioni: corte, lunghe, spesse o sottili… Persone con gambe penzoloni. I […]
Read More Maybachufer (Italian translation)Una historia de los viejos tiempos de mi vida en Berlín. El original estaba escrito en griego, pero decidí traducir el texto también al español. En el río… en algún lugar a orillas de ese río con el nombre Maybachufer… franjas de agua de todos los tamaños: cortas, largas, gruesas o delgadas… Personas con piernas […]
Read More Maybachufer (Spanish translation)A rather old story from my lifetime in Berlin. The original was written in Greek, but I decided to translate the text into English also. At the river… somewhere on the banks of that river with the name Maybachufer… stripes of water in every size: short, long, thick or thin … People with hanging legs. […]
Read More Maybachufer (English translation)A rather old story from my lifetime in Berlin. The original was written in Greek, but at some point there will be a translation into English. Μία παλιά ιστορία από τις ημέρες της ζωής μου στο Βερολίνο. Στο ποτάμι, κάπου στις όχθες του Μάιμπαχούφερ (το υδάτινο στοιχείο μέσα στη πόλη)· λωρίδες υδάτινες, κοντές, μακριές, παχιές, […]
Read More ΜάιμπαχουφερI am currently working on the greek edition of my anthology and translating some texts, which I haven’t yet translated. Therefore, the greek readers can now read the greek translation of “Colombian flecks”, originally written in English. Εάν βρεθείτε στο μπαρ Κολόμπια κοντά στον κινηματογράφο, θα ανακαλύψετε μερικές μικρές, μαύρές κηλίδες στο μαρμάρινο πάτωμα σε […]
Read More Μπαρ ΚολόμπιαI 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 InsanityHow could your constant disdain lead to anything other than my victimisation? This disdain, meaning the complete distortion of my usual behaviour, leads to many rotten conclusions. The most rotten conclusion is distrust. You took good care of putting a spell on me. A spell of insecurity. I immediately became soft clay in your […]
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