Christoforos Krokidis / Χριστόφορος Κροκίδης

When you shed tears waiting for the spring
when you are cold
when you bite your lips with a grievance
when you bleed.
when your roads come to an abrupt end,
when you will have nowhere to go nor anywhere to cry,
when you are sinking in the approximations and nothingness,
call out for me.

When you awaken with trumpets and drums
when they apprehend you,
when you will search on the ceiling for a way out
when they break you,
when your words will fall on the floor,
when your friends leave you to fall to pieces,
when they spit on you, your makeshift loves,
call out for me.

When you go up in a balloon made of paper
when you fly,
when you shall fall some night from the clouds
when you are afraid,
when you will seek the essence with your tongue,
when you are afraid to look in the mirror,
when your mind gets dangerously bent out of shape,
call out for me.

Call me, call me with the waves,
deep red moon give me steps.
Call out for me.

(translation: Eva Johanos)

I have no more patience
I have no place to travel to
I have a whole extra life
I have nowhere to spend it
it became winter and you left me outside

With mean, cheap caresses
I had no time to play
on top of you only once
like a tear I had the time to run
it became winter and you left me outside

Loves come and go
they play with us like children
loves which pass us by
and afterwards become birds
come, tonight put your good clothes on
come, tonight dress up for a celebration
come, come and take me close to you
come, and don’t give me away anywhere

I have no more patience
I have no road to choose
inside me howls a voice
without you how can I bear it
it became winter and you left me outside

(translation: Eva Johanos)