Poem by Nanos Valaoritis
UNWRITTEN WRITING
I heard them talking in a tragic tone in the living rooms of 1880
I heard their sighs in the hotel room number 12
I saw a naked woman running in the third floor of my mind
two human like monsters that growled
to provoke her brazenly — as she walked by them —
their tails hitting the floor rhythmically
when the light rain fell
ash from a volcano, mouth of a woman
I held the hand of a deranged boy before he let his last breath
I crowned the beloved forehead
with a few dry, empty consoling words
(I don’t remember whether it was a boy or a girl
the unjustly killed in a plot of two by one and a half meters)
three centuries have gone before all these happened
before I transcribed in a clean notebook
the lament of the renounced man
the cry of the newborn child
burials of alive men — dead people who reincarnate
silky shapes that fall back
a person who was afraid to fall in love
a piece of marble made of flesh
and the unwritten writing
which I saw written in my dream
with fiery letters that burned the paper
Libros Libertad 