Time accepts me
I experience the attraction of the bodies
around me,
the breath of open windows,
the challenging night trains,
the asphalt warn out by speed,
the raging water,
waterfalls, avalanches,
twists in the scenes.
Time accepts me
holding me tightly in its dry palm
and takes me through ages
as if they were a Friday.
Love is my everyday clothes,
my free bloodstream,
otherwise this body wouldn’t have any breath,
glimpse, thought, rhythm,
molecules – I feel
it weighs me down –
it travels in its dreams
and how far it goes
where no wing has fluttered
and how childishly it strides
in infinity
in the then, in the there, and the will be,
shrouded in a moment of dismay.
Manolis Aligizakis 