My Verses
Verses are mine, my blood, friends
they speak words and they become pieces
of my heart that I give away
like tears from my eyes which I gift you.
They reach you like saddened smiles
since I narrate my life with them
I dress them with the sun of day
to keep them like belts when I’m dead.
My verses oversee sky and earth
yet they question what is still missing
and they’re bored withering like
sons who met their mother-sorrow.
The laughter of the smoothest tune
the passion of the flute I gift you
for them I’ve become the ruler
who has lost the love of his people.
There they flow and they fade
never to stop yet slowly they cry out:
turn your glance elsewhere, oh mortal
bring your ship, oh forgetfulness,
that they’ll sail on it.
Manolis Aligizakis 