Descendants of Ignorance
More and more of the deep monologue of forgetfulness
the concept of the world
is a harvest fluttering
something like the result of a vigil
utopia steps out of its portrait and walks away
emptyhanded
in the display of emotions
each day and a new sea inside us
motionless, we, the descendants of ignorance, move
the voices, the names, the history of waves
aren’t coming from the outside
they are the love of a heart
that faces the miracle
the alchemy of souls that turns the earth around
as the anchor of hopelessness
floats
between
the inexistence and infinity
Manolis Aligizakis 