Eradinos
A river took you up to the sky and lashed you.
Wonder what is happening in the Aegean!
Does the nakedness of the sea still shine?
Do birds still sing along the green treelines of the seafloor?
Who takes the salinity of your thirst with his two wings
to the horizon and
to the melted arms of the sun with a joyous horror and
brings it here
to the forest fog and the murmur of the foreigner?
At Naxos the faraway neighborhood of colours
at the endless roads of the sea and memory
I feel your naked heel onto the hot sand
which slips under it and walks away
like mistral amid the hairs of your arm
rustle of memory in the dizzy conch of your ear.
I see your diaphanous silhouette willingly dissolving
during the conflagration of noontime like
freshwater evaporates and melts into the arms of the sun.
You walk along the steps of ancient Ariadne
with a yearning that slowly overpowers you
accompanied by the absence of the expected god
that ivy wreathed vagrant god
who once raised you almost to the stars
who along with you talked to the drunk summer pebbles
in the broidered little swords of pines.
Then levanter folded you in the coiled
chiton of his haste and took you to Corfu
always unquenched
teary among a thousand blessed smiles
here you’ve caught up with me waiting for you
leaning on the back of dusk and having in my hands
the peaceful sauntering of oranges and ten rain elegies.
You found me and asked me to narrate the endless
bitter story of the shepherds. Listen to the steps of the god
the doves that out of their fear fly higher and
the many cannon blasts in the castle of death
night watches, agreement of the sparrow, passing of winds.
You wander next to me with your ripped laughter
with your garment higher than your knee
as the ancient nymphs who put up tents and
sing along the water springs.
Thus you complete the miracle of transformation and
the scarlet lust becomes a movement of your long fingers
that play and tame the beasts and arouse the signs of the Zodiac
then you put Hypnos to sleep in your open palms
as the waterfalls of the night
become silent galaxies.
Libros Libertad 