translated by Lena Kallergi

The war stopped during the celebrations.

Then we opened

we

the strangers

lyrically

our

umbrellas

and the teeth shone

and the skin we lived in

was located

there

where the ears of wheat stand taller than shoulders

where the sea

piously

becomes

one

with

the

land

the thought the body the word

in the end

one

and

one

like

churches

falling separately

according to their reputation.