TALE OF THE TEARLESS
A colourful dream started in the imagination
~ Renan
Once upon a time there was a rich man
who had a son. Father and mother loved him;
he went to school; he learned of everything
that existed in the world
~ (Beginning of a gypsy fairy tale)
A fairy tale occupies
the cave of my soul, a
tale that is tough like
lithos with strong words
like lead; a fairy tale
that crashes me
I don’t know anymore, I
don’t remember where I
heard it first or was it I who
experienced it once upon
a time? Yet whether you’re
a stone, roll down to the cave
of my soul loudly and if
you’re made of lead, melt
in the fire of the gypsy.
Manolis Aligizakis 