In a male voice
férfihangon
The charm of the poem is sung in a voice of a male,
you can play the strict rules out,
if the outlaw’s honor allows your name
to populate the high ground.
You search above the world, looking for your own reins,
my million formulas are falling into space, dizzyingly –
between verses, only your DNA remains
and my signature in the lumber room, eventually.
Your magic spell, your master phrase’s gone away,
- slide into the world with your sweet lap,
don’t confuse today and yesterday,
you grow in the shadow of tomorrow’s gap.
Magnetic charges in the old stars’ brim,
wildly, between the rules they are driving
you only notice the softness of my skin
when my generous pleasure is backbiting.
I multiply my charms,
vigil must be kept over the deathbed worn,
my eyes deteriorate between two hugs, in my arms
and you will be nothing but my prey by dawn.
I burn the stamp of fools on my skin,
the twitching of the heart is often a lethal waddle,
DNA has washed away its new code name pin,
although you were a born titular, a role model.
Manolis Aligizakis 