Stories
Yes, I couldn’t deny
my promise to mention
my first cousin Antony
best dancer of western Crete
and narrate his sweet story
impossible not to include it
in my recollections
like the beautiful breasts
of the girl I touched
behind the movie theater
in that side street where
we frequented when the bright
lights could reveal
our secret thoughts and
like my distant cousin, who once
jumped from one edge of a ravine
to the other just to defy Death
yes, between the two edges
three meters apart where
just thirty meters lower
Hades’ gaping mouth lurked,
I too dared touch the breast
of the fourteen year old girl
Manolis 