...kapou anamesa stis bradines parakolouthiseis romantikwn
anime -as mou epitrapei h ekfrash, akomh kai an o romantikos
se afta einai afelhs, h soureal h paramithenios' pote alloste htan
kati antikeimeniko h defacto- kai sta dialimata ana diasthmata
gia kigaro sto mpalkoni apenanti apo to siwphlo Pilio kai akomh
pio siwphlo -nekrika siwphlo- parkaki kai stis skepseis peri
anthrwpinwn sxesewn, sinaisthimatwn kai agaphs (?!!sic),
ena tragoudi mou rxetai sto mialo. To thema filoc einai na
zeis. H toulaxiston na katafereis na ksefigeis apo th sapila.
Neurosis kai the tide loipon. Me mia fwnh na spaei kokkala.
Where are they now?
They are gone.
I saw them run,
run to the sea.
Under the waves all has been said.
Their voices are free.
Free from the sun's stare,
free from the noise of lost souls.
An exiled sound washed in with the tide.
Their voices are free.
Free from the sun's stare,
free from the noise of lost souls.
On the waves their voice carries on.
