6 Σεπ 2008

"Sotiris Pastakas : The Isle Of Chios (2002)" [Translated by Yannis Goumas - 2008]


Don’t hesitate. September
has advanced, the clock is back to normal,
the evening soon descends,
it darkens quickly.

Don’t hesitate. Summer
did indeed become you, I agree,
the bright feelings, the manifest
passions. Passive and paranoid
in the autumnal season,

perhaps my love befits you.

*

The equinox. The autumnal
caress: the night that comes
right up to the day’s height!

The light, which is equally shared
in naught. Love,
which is unequally apportioned

to you and me.

*

My last but one discovery:
the world is beautiful.
When with you, this is nothing.
When with you, I say; if you were by me:
the world would still be beautiful.

*

I possessed beauty
and lost it. I neglected love.
The entire world turned its back on me.

*

Your analgesic boobs.
Your sweet-scented palms.
The balm of your love.
How long will I reflect on them?

How long will they torment me?

Six months? One year?

Some day, I know, they’ll become
indifferent breasts, inexistent
palms, love.