ORESTES
… mother always discovered her most precious movement
and stand this way, exactly at the time of its absence —
I was always afraid that she would vanish from our eyes,
she would better ascend — when she leaned down to tie
her sandal that left out her fantastic, painted, cyclamen-
nails or when she fixed her hair in front of the big mirror
with such a cute movement of her hand, youngish and
weightless, as if she erased three or four stars off the
forehead of the cosmos, as if she wanted two daisies
to kiss each other in front of the fountain, as if she looked at
two dogs maternally while they were coupling in the middle
of the dusty road during the summer, hot noon. Mother
was so simple, strong, imposing, unexplored and
convincing.
Manolis Aligizakis 