- 2014
translated by Elpida Komianou
Dimensional drops of life
in the horizon
are dripping into your soul’ dawn
Where there is a body’s land and water
and a breath’s steam, there
the wind hastened to set
my irony’s oath in the silence’s repatriation
the wings of death, Orianthi’s dirge
The longing diverged in substance
waving from a distance
the handkerchief of connotation
of my stale but joyful forgetfulness
reaped the living sighs’ domination
And inconsequent to my faith
I held in its breath the meeting of two sobs
Asking for that kind shepherd’s grim pipe
to remind me
that I’ll be torn into pieces at dawn
paying the cost
Battling Eros, Gavrielides 2014
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