Thodoris Economou / Θοδωρής Οικονόμου

A gift, the day that is growing old
And the night that is rising in the east
A gift the tear that flows
The laughter that announces itself

A gift, and this journey
And the place which grows farther off
And all the things that gave an opportunity for
The miracle to breathe

The bitter almond of the world
With your kiss tonight give me
A gift, life, and she* shines, beautiful
In her sobbing, and younger

A gift the glance which regards
the light and does not shatter
A gift, also, the time which touches upon
Wounds and recognizes

A gift, and this journey …

The bitter almond of the world …

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Fallow fields, the boulevards you pass
and the skyscrapers, windmills that creak
don’t look at the armor of your enemies
only their fear in their shining eyes.

The wind sends wishes from afar
Shadows of your companions surround the city
your horse passes a limousine
the road this far was worth it, even if everyone is missing.

Let time say
that life grows old
The wind whistles
these notes still
they sing them
in the cities
Don Quixote.
Let time say
that life grows old.

(translation: Eva Johanos)