BOLIVAR
and nations and borders and other similar things that
don’t inspire
but because they both always stood alone, free, great,
brave and strong throughout the eons.
And now, I despair that even today no one ever
understood me, but what am I saying, nobody wished
to understand me.
Certainly, the same luck might be applied to the words
about Bolivar which I’ll repeat tomorrow about
Androutsos?
Besides, it isn’t easy, to sense the importance of faces
such as Androutsos and Bolivar
Similar symbols.
But let us pass quickly: no, in the name of God, not
any emotions, exaggerations and despairs.
Indifferent, my voice was meant for the eons.
(In the near or distant future, in a few or many years,
perhaps the day after tomorrow or the day after that,
until the hour when the Earth will start flowing empty,
useless and dead in space, new people will wake up,
with mathematical accuracy, during the wild nights,
on their beds, they might shed tears on their pillows
and wondered who I was, thinking that I existed once,
what words I said, and hymns I sang.
And the huge waves that each evening splash onto
the seven shores of Hydra
and the wild rocks and the high mountain from which
the storm charges down
endlessly, tirelessly, they shall call my name).
Manolis Aligizakis 