translated by Yannis Goumas

Mother

You bring me into the world

you leave me to death

And I?

Do I search for a deathbreaker

on the shore of childhood years?

In your motherly caress?

Your hands have aged

Deathbreaker?

The sun hasn’t changed course

nor the tempo of decay

Downward

everything expands

oranges and words rise instantly

strange scalding hands

pass their fingers to those to come.

      Paper ‘s memory (2009)