Encouraging
Biztató
My grayness melted into fresh death gleaming,
churches on fire, the city smokes,
my face is still of blood steaming,
and the years have left me in the image stocks.
- Who brought me the worldly corruption twist?
the smell of death penetrated my wrist, –
my days keep the fresh swearing,
like a newborn keeps the stale air in.
Sometimes the summer took advantage of me, winters came at me - its rainbows sat next to my doubts,
you had to listen, there was a seal on my mouth, you see,
this is how my evening tried to find the way out.
I ran away although I was a coward - the landscape is silent, the dead rest in wilt,
they left no mark on morals,
although a wraith writhed in guilt.
You’re closer to blood than a kiss of chastity - a man with a glassy face thought of a rhyme,
- I ask for Samson’s strength for the reality,
because this is how the immune system encouraged mine.
Living a hermit life in the desert keeps me well,
where the coastal cacti hug to survive,
as the handsome heart got a spell,
which the crystal cortex has kept alive.
Manolis Aligizakis 