in my mind, silently, i have made several comparative pairs



i have jointed Picasso with Le Corbusier



and Karolos Koun with Manolis Andronikos



also, Halepas with Theofilos

and many others, less identifiable.



I imagine, for the ones i cannot find their proper pair,

the crowds of people i have never heard about,

the millions who have lived and created and i know nothing about

the moon is almost full

it gets yellower outside and only darker inside

as if for the greater importance of

land to be imposed on the human cave



and then, shortly after,

blue fires are twisting onto our heads

names

and days and numbers

i wouldn't have guessed
-never-
this kind of life was out of range
i wouldn't have guessed it would be mine
and it would flow so rapidly

i thought of many lives
but only i thought of them
i could see better in the past
than in the present
now i see i have not seen but guessed

when we depart

in turn
we become
the shadow of acts

ii
thus it means
repetition would resist
personal differentiation

iii
would that always then
exist?
i surrender

the following dawn
i need to see
the sun arising
and afterwards
the moon arising from the same point;
the same movement
from different bodies

attraction is a kind of gravity
in order that one should finally root

but it takes always an observer

to admit the existence through love.

'το σταμνί που δεν ήθελε να στερέψει στο τέλος της μέρας '

ταιριάζει ο στίχος του Σεφέρη

σε κάθε ψυχούλα
σαν μικρή πνοή που κατοικεί στο χρόνο