Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Νέα σεζόν

Μαθαίνω για καρούς με βροχή και μπουμπουνητά στην Ελλάδα, στα μέρη μου. Αλλάζει εκεί η σεζόν: Σιγά-σιγά να φεύγουν τα κοντομάνικα μπλουζάκια. Να ξεπουληθεί στις εκπτώσεις το ανεπίκαιρο καλοκαίρι. Εδώ ακόμα κρατάει ο ήλιος, έχει θρόνους κι εξουσίες. Αλλά, ένδον, η εποχή μεταβάλλεται. Ξεκίνησαν τα μαθήματα, το Ραμαζάνι προ των πυλών.

The Garden of the Beloved
after so long times, exposed to winds and persistent storms
after so many days, robbed in photographs and souvenirs
after so fine transformations, reflected in mirrors
The Garden of the Beloved
opened anew its gate,
now its idol on a still and closed sea
now its idol on salty water
its flowers are alive corals
its grass is alive pebbles
its truth is truth, no matter what the maps describe
no matter what Ibn Batouta claims to have seen
(it is a fact he lost his notes)
believing in his compass.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

As we grow older we become able to read the maps of sea and explain the dreams by reality.
We never finish even if all notes were lost, the map of days will keep our names.

11:12 PM  

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