These English poems which follow
are a translation of the original Greek poems.
They are translated by the poet and
they were published in Greece
on the 2nd of January 2001.
ILLUSION
cosmic and erotic
GREEK
POEMS (1978-1985)
Athens,
Greece, 1988
COSMIC ILLUSION
INFINITE YEARS OF LONELINESS
Perhaps the ancients were right,
unknown fate defines our life.
It pushes our soul in a remote,
full teardrops, embittered coarse.
Our body is jailed in a transparent shell
and desperately tries to shake off its bonds.
Our life is cut off, lonely and hard.
Drops of rare happiness
light our way in the darkness.
TRILOGY OF DISTRESS
a.
Crime
It is dark outside, but it is still
day...
What to do with a useless sun?
What it warms?
Maybe the frozen world
or the wings of the struck sparrow?
A mournful music matches only to a
funeral.
A worm sun-ray matches only to a
frozen heart.
O.K. To understand everything!
Try!
Black holes in hell
are the eyes of light.
The Paradise
does not have eyes,
it does not hear, it just
prohibits...
Explosion of light,
shadow mist.
One dirty game.
And all of them, what a pity,
really!
To live in the dark and the filth...
Woe! What would be the fate of the
mortals?
The curse of life?
The expression of nothing?
Look out, the sun rises again...
b.
Arrest
I am sure, they are sure.
You thought it was all otherwise.
How to believe what was going to happen
to you...
When you heard it, you didn't care.
But it's unfair, it's a shame...
to try in vain,
to struggle for nothing,
to anguish for non-existence,
to live for a piece of bread of
alms,
like the paralytic of the central
avenue...
The stones melt,
the rocks fall down,
the flowers fade,
the sun extinguishes...
A useless kindness of a poor
hermit...
A desperate glance outside of joy...
What a tragedy!
You feel it deeply inside you
and you cannot express it...
Irony of chance,
weakness of nature...
Again the mournful march for the
powerful,
the ugliness for the truth,
the escape from the Paradise!
c.
Execution
I know you very well,
so much that you do not
imagine
and as far as you will
never believe...
I recognized you when you
fought
with that wild beast of
the jungle.
At that time you belonged
to the jungle...
I recognized you when
they whipped you as an animal,
indifferent for you,
because you were a slave...
I recognized you in the
face of Spartacus,
when you raised your
sword
two inches from the
executioner's neck.
It was useless...
I saw you much later
dying in a death camp…
I saw you again
when they were executing
you in Mae-Lai...
I saw the terror in your
eyes
and the flame of revenge
burning into your
entrails.
However, you still live.
You are able to continue.
You engage the iron
armies of destiny.
You fight in order to
breath
the air of the new
spring,
without knowing if it
finally comes...
SPRING FLOWER
The vision was suddenly
interrupted
as if it had succeeded in
its aim.
The noise of machine-guns
grew stronger
and the tanks were
melting
everything in their way.
The bayonet of that hard
sergeant of the enemies
was deeply buried in the
entrails
of that woman whose
little
child ceased to smile and
to nurse anymore.
The black desert covered
our planet again,
just as a young man's
bullet
was our end.
A small woody cross
was pushed over the
ground
of the lying body of a
mother.
Beside, the little child
still cries
not being able to
understand.
And next to the cross
a daisy of spring
is popping up.
BULLET
Night seduced the nature
and love ceased on earth,
which is the solution,
who can say something
anymore?
The smile grew in lips,
the eyes shone from joy,
they led to heaven's gate
and lighted the world
once more!
The beautiful eyes that
shed tears
proved great feelings,
what a pity those lilies
withered
in a public view.
A brother asked for
peace,
for safety that
bourgeois,
the enemy pulled the
trigger,
thus faded the lucky man.
A sun-ray in the soul
lights our hearts,
a bullet, however, and a
voice
cover our screams.
EROTIC ILLUSION
Love
(as a sentiment)
A flower grows in the yard,
a short life with end and start.
A beautiful branch dressed in green,
that props up little leaves of beauty.
All colours of the world
are heaped up and re-synthesized in front!
A touch, a union of time,
a feeling of thought and a delusion.
Hot follows cold and cold the hot.
But time passes.
It is a dilemma, a choice.
Will you cut the flower or not.
If you cut it, it will die in a vase,
if you leave it, it will dry in the wilderness.
The desert spreads everywhere
and sorrow becomes common.
Alone the beauty transforms the desert
into a fertile valley.
The wind blows strongly...
A sough penetrates the marrow...
Love
(as a passion)
Flames burn the flesh
and howls follow.
Calling cries,
a call of force or weakness,
nobody knows...
How the one can be all?
How can you become everything?
How can you stop time?
Hot embrace and passionate disposition.
Hopes, dreams and life within a glance.
Electric thoughts and vibratory pulsations
transfer the scenic into another dimension,
that of passion.
Finally, what is love?
A completion, a participation,
a dream or a delusion?
Endless thoughts do not give any conclusions.
A weakness seams unique.
It is a different world
and just beside it, hatred.
A teardrop never becomes a river!
EROTIC
(And I love you without knowing why)
And I love you
without knowing why
and I recollect
all those moments
we lived together.
You are a light
into the morning dawn,
you are a light-house of the coast
for a coasting boat,
for me you are the key
of a different inner sense,
you are the measure of life!
And as all these memories
come back into my mind,
I feel loosing my thoughts
within so many impulsions.
FIGURE
As a dreamed figure of the night,
you beloved one, yesterday you came in my sleep
and keyed a forgotten note,
the deceived shadow of my loneliness.
Your caresses touched
the lips of my heart,
they dripped light drops
deeply into my eyes.
A magic shine came,
an old buried memory,
when I remembered you,
sad figure!
ILLUSION
You who used to give eternity
with a smile,
with a glance,
now you are not
but a picture,
an illusion of mind...
Did you ever exist?
I wonder...
Maybe my memory deceives me?
Which is the truth
and what is the lie,
which is the meaning of wilderness?
You who used to give eternity
with a smile,
with a glance,
now you are nothing
but a picture,
an illusion of mind...
DREAM LIGHT
I would like to write you something
about the truth of life.
The lie of hypocrisy
is everywhere, it chases us
as the night fears the day,
while following it.
However, light dispels darkness!
Do not be afraid of it.
Light is more powerful than darkness!
Golden reflections of the sky
give birth to the dream.
And when you believe, whatever you believe,
it will be true!
WITHOUT YOU
Life does not worth anything without you.
Only the sun warms the frozen soul.
Only the sunrays burn the ice.
A ruthless condemnation is in front of us.
It orders pain, sorrow and loneliness.
Happiness un-seized bird,
collapse of every equilibrium,
because life does not worth anything without you.
A dream is in the horizon,
so much remote and fleeting.
Follow it 'till the end.
Accept all the consequences of the dream,
since the dream may fulfil
every desire of the heart.
Unbearable and bitter world
with no delight, because life does not worth anything
without you.
MEMORY AND DREAM
Frenzy wind blows
with un-controlled roar and impulse,
it spoils the wooden walls
built by such a small soul.
And she remembers all the bitter
and forgotten words of memory,
she remembers old dreams
in beautiful passed times.
Warm magical evening
offers tender caresses
to that flaming heart.
To the ears of the double company
two words sound gently,
with the glance as last support.
PAIN
Endless flight of the unknown,
the lightings of the black sky,
a Gordian bond with no solution,
infinite destructions of pain.
Rushing out to the abyss
the course of the sunbeam,
the dream a source of life
against the endless malice.
In the storm of life
with brave feelings
interminable the blood of the wound.
The unsurpassed impetus of the universe
pierces the limbs of all
and only a scream is the reaction.
VISION
A wish of the spring dawn,
marine travel of patience,
to close an old wound,
the end of some era.
Beyond the green forests,
above steep hill-sides,
I wonder what have you lost
there in the beautiful mountain tops?
You wait for a sweet vision
in a form of no matter day
on the fertile land of the dream.
You really seek to learn
a vision of love to live,
finally to find it you can not.
STOP TIME
Stop you time,
stop you time,
stop to roll.
I search the elixir
of the knowledge of life,
but my life is not enough.
I seek eternal youth,
endless love,
unique moment of joy.
Stop you time,
Stop you time,
stop to roll.
That happiness I ask for
you want to deprive of me,
perhaps because I understood
the size of the world,
perhaps because I smelled
the scent of the delusion.
Oh! How we are small
in front of time as it passes...
The Greek
prototype book was published in Athens - Greece in 1988
and contains
various poems of the period 1978-1985 of the poet.