THE NIGHT led us sometimes to forgetfulness and other
times into feverish roses
like the love you give up and then what you want to say stands
behind heavier than before
and the defeated saw another shadow
that walked next to him
because such sorrow was too much for just one man. Until at dawn,
the beggars,
since the ancient days engaged to the corners of the streets, reclaimed
their rights
and we had to endure our everyday history like a different, wider
sky.
Manolis Aligizakis 