Thoughtful Behaviour
He counted the handshakes, his expressions, his words,
even during the night, when, alone, in his dark room,
he was taking care of his shoes, his clothes, moving
from his bed to the closet. And if, once, at midnight,
he got undressed and observed his nakedness
erotically in front of the mirror, this took place as if
he didn’t know that the voyeur was listening, from
the next room, from the vacant, empty room with
the nails in the walls, and was always watching him
through the invisible holes in the door and his own body.
Manolis Aligizakis 