Stool I
The house was filled with friends
who suddenly came;
they seemed to be joyous
seen from over the railings.
They were a big bunch.
We even brought the kitchen chairs
with the holes in their middle
that we could all fit together
in the balcony.
I took an old stool.
They were so many friends
we all got mixed together,
we laughed, joked.
None of us had any money.
Suddenly the conversation turned serious —
the tiles were still warm in the sunshine.
Then, suddenly, I felt
that we could separate
we could go away to the four corners of the globe.
And I saw that even if I delayed
that moment
it could soon arrive.
Manolis Aligizakis 