On a concern scale I climb,
On tangible obsessions, in transitions
and tacit disapproval.
The sling
Impressions won't soften,
On a concern scale I climb,
On tangible obsessions, in transitions
and tacit disapproval.
Hair is white, whitewashed,
on the cables a single swallow only,
takeoff fuel for me,
enough for a single round only.
Untamed and sassy, I start struggling,
a motionless announcer in dizziness.
A Vineyard with a well
without a drop of water,
around it every night
I start dancing.
I stretch the sling
to shoot the stone,
As bedsheet I have
three meters of soil.
Ioannis Stergiopoulos
Συλλογή, Τα απομεινάρια εκκολάπτονται αχνά
