The Extra
You were always there
although times you weren’t
film created by someone else’s hand
and I a passing extra
I have nothing else to love
descendant of utopia
with my short life and without baggage
I loved the fleeting moment
the imperceptible undulation of dawn
perhaps you have been there all the time
tied to the escape
the secret of truth, the end of the mistake
emigrates crossing parallel roads
when I sailed to the Colchis of the sky
shaking off a border I escaped unseen
you showed me
siren of the blood
on the many lives, I must march
pushed by the force of the wave
to hear the true history of the sea.
Manolis Aligizakis 