translated by Iosif S. Iosifidis

Every now and then
he used to stop in the middle of the road
stumbled on a memory,
and then he changed direction.
Somewhere afar
an orchestra was playing,
and the friends were drinking wine.
Some of them had gone long ago,
and others had forgotten him.
Yet, the girl who danced,
came and sat beside him,
and stared at him,
and he,
every now and then,
went on stumbling,
on the level road of his life.

     10/01/2019, Athens