Manolis

Conclusion (tiếng Anh)

This window is alone
This star is alone
Like a forgotten cigarette on the table-
it smokes it smokes lonely in the light blue

I am also alone he said
I light my cigarette I smoke
I smoke and think I am not alone

After one pause (tiếng Anh)

After some months when he sat again to write
something
he suddenly felt unkempt unwashed abandoned
like the unmarried woman devoted to the house
chores all day and when evening approached she
unintentionally
passes in front of the mirror and her glance falls
on her neglected idol suddenly she remembers
that all day she didn’t look at her in the mirror not even once
Has she then aged so much? Has she already died? Why
would she comb her hair now? – The day is over
Nobody
is going to see her – not anymore She takes the black
comb
and starts combing her long hair to the end
like she combs her dead friend her beloved one
the one suddenly so alien with closed eyes and a wart
on her nose