Wandering Adolescence In the game of wandering, man came to get to know the time he plays and gets contradicted the truth is shattered something impassable escapes in the flow of eternity’s quantum races are unmapped colonies the passing of time leaves them in the decay of distance. The body that commenced with the youth always looks at the same moon as you near, the water change route no one knows where they are headed as if we step backward. Each season has its ego each season is but a shipwreck in shallow waters the descendants of the sea and of the sorrow of empty roads betrayed by their subterranean cells look behind as the dust whirls and in front of them the ghostly light full of inventions floats like the mythical echo of the miracle.
…most were ordinary-looking housewives of the gossip circle, and of course, a few were the ones usually found in the aristocratic bars and lounges, ladies with housemaids and black chauffeurs, with small bedroom dogs and a gigolo on the side. Hermes always looked down on the so-called upper class; a degrading and pathetic life, he thought they were like snakes. Those people had all the money they needed, with their luxurious cars and drug addictions or similar kinds of crap, and they blindly followed whatever is “modern,” a certain mania to do as the foreigners did, just to be part of the trend. According to Hermes, this way of living did nothing to improve a person’s life. He didn’t belong to the idealists and skeptics, either, who ignored reality and lived in the clouds of their isolation with the hope that the world would change on its own volition on some fine morning and everything would just be splendid. What he wanted was a major change in society, a change that would make the commoners’ lives better and the upper class more decent and more confident people. What else he wanted to help achieve was to unhook the populace from the iron fist of the church that had grasped the people’s lives and orchestrated their comings and goings according to the dogma of an eastern religion that forbids them from letting go and adopting a freer mindset, Hermes believed was the inherited treasure of the Hellenes. That was the psycho-spiritual hold the church had over the lives of people, which exerted such power that no one ever had stood opposite to, from the days of their liberation from the Turks, beginning of the 19th century. However, how that could be possible and which method could be applied to get the desired outcome was unknown to Hermes. Yet he hoped that that would appear to him at some time in the future. A smile came to his face as if he had already been affected by such a change. He walked as he disembarked the ship. His uncle, Demetre, was among the others on the dock, lordly as always, waving his hand. Hermes beamed a big smile and walked to him.
Lyra Winds sharpen their teeth onto the willingness of fruit with their red lips like next day’s dawn boys raise their arms high up to the rosy contour of the moon’s breast
Thoughts You wished you had accompanied her You wished she hadn’t gone loneliness turns into muffled jubilation Perhaps better this way You have no one to report to No one to come home to Others, you must find on your path You wished you didn’t have to go through this junction of your life, yet This is a lesson for you And for your departed lover
Manolis Aligizakis 