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Πέμπτη, 13 Σεπτεμβρίου 2007

MORPHOU: THE BEAUTIFUL CITY - ΜΟΡΦΟΥ: Η ΩΜΟΡΦΗ

The first vowel of my heart was yours,
its last consonant will be yours.

I'm afraid that I see
how small I am mirrored in your eyes,
I'm afraid that I see
how distant I am mirrored in your eyes.

This Sunday which combed its hair
and sat unsuspecting by our side,
this Sunday which looks us in the eyes like this!

How far do you think death is distant from this power,
how far do you think death is distant from this beauty?

Always we think that we are utterly ready,
and always, when the curtain rises and it's too late by then,
we see that something was left behind.

One more step and the human being begins.
Have your cameras ready.

We have fixed the verbs to begin with the first person,
we have fixed the grammars to begin with the personal pronouns.

An inscribed polygon in a circle we are.
At our best moments
at the very most we touch the circle.

Curious thing the heart.
The more you squander it, the more you have.

How close we are
to what we thought was so far away!

COSTAS MONTIS

MORPHOU 1974 - MORPHOU 2007

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