IV
At the edge of memory the sea ends
away from the windows the world begins
books get worn out in our hands
the books over which we spend hour after hour
the ones we discuss in the closed room.
Regret of the awkward deed
more tyrannical than the illegal act.
The wise cities of Europe are far away,
with their stooping roofs, chimneys
that don’t know the agony
of the illegal gathering.
A thousand paths lead to freedom.
Manolis Aligizakis 