Pride
I waited for you, until the stars of dawn
appeared in the firmament
their fire dried up all my tears
and the cold hill of Lycavittos didn’t hear me
when silently I cried for the dream that died in my heart.
But now that thoughts brought you back to me
I shall wait for the star again
to tell it, holding back a tear that has appeared
in my eyes, that like a joy I held you in my embrace
warm and gleaming, my complete grief.
Libros Libertad 