Esther Bessallell
when I’ll return
from Hell
to Thessaloniki
I won’t let my beloved Hebrews
drive me crazy again
with the words
did you meet Solomoniko, in such a regiment
did you meet Moses, in such a company
such platoon or
perhaps you met Abraham somewhere? …
and other things
I shall grab them by their faces
the naïve grieved people
and with shouts and cries
I’ll insist that they tell me
if they met somewhere
little Esther
baby Esther
the bright star
of my early erotic years
my childhood
oh, the gift of the big Parisian bookstore
the trendy French girl
(Yet, with deep roots
in Canaan)
oh, the beautiful magnolia
the snow-white gardenia
my white jasmine
with her velvety
Spanish
eyes
Libros Libertad 