Do not ever hold back the doubts
leaves them as a gift in the sky,
not to steal the smile of the night.
Waits a homesick, one bang to patch
the eyes that are full of tears of the yard.
Courtiers with plunders in their hearts
Pleasure jumping from alley to alley neighing,
Begging to follow the lips that crave.
Whitewashed houses lined up
in the war zone of storm
painted to besiege the wind,
to fill their bags with oysters.
Myrrh bearing are dying while they are casting their scarves
lest disappears the May Day of the sky
waiting for those who bring the candle on the other bank
on the other Makronisos, where you play and draw
another consciousness, hesitancy.
The ghost appeared, the villagers are saying
and the flowers are withered.
A little rain, a little water on the hair,
lest the time shortens and the wrinkles vanish.
Dizziness in the ears and fallacy on the road
a hush that brings that brings hesitancy on the compass
a breathy roar that does not mock the night.
You speak tenderly putting a crystal in the middle of the earth
to melt bitter and hateful faces.
The last bell didn’t ring,
Dawned but fate washed the face
and the sun started up to get dazzled by the little voice it has.