…the beads are chairs of cafes
that forbid
the passionate
discussions
about politics
and playing backgammon
and when the heavy burdens
arrive
then the tassels take charge
the worries scatter
away from us
as if by a miracle
the clouds vanish
the sun shines again
the tears dry up
the sirens stop
and free again
we toss around
in the tugboats
and crafts
of lust
bells chime
in the neighbourhoods of the city
in the side streets of Truba
the guitars
create havoc
as they narrate…
Manolis Aligizakis 