…we’re the rivers you can’t
pass and the more
you drink of our water
the more thirsty you become
and you lean over our water
to admire your own image
and we all run like fools and
you think we’re all alike
and when we dive deep into
the bowels of earth
again a mortal like you
pulls up into the sun
come now and lean over us
look at yourself
the wind blows you towards us
and your violin raises you.
Manolis Aligizakis 