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Come, bring a glass of fresh water
from the humble pitcher at the hour
of no shadows when the sun opens
every heart to accept the poet
before he lost his mind, come, and
sit under the grapevine to wish him
freedom from the heaviness of his heart
come and let us sing about the tragic
killer who under the craziness of
his mind he ordered his favorite song
to be played and in his dance he killed
three men, and let us reminiscent of
all the exaggerations for whom we danced
under the scolding laughter of the cicadas
let us dedicate a white page to all
the paranormal on this earth and let’s
remember that only from the crazy
and the children you learn the truth
Manolis Aligizakis 