Relation
She stood in the yard silently; she was still wearing
black clothes. The trees vanish behind other trees. She
tried to remember, to cross time, like back then when
she looked in the mirror of the hairdresser.
The opposite wall, with its hanging overcoats, was visible
the back of the other chair and further inside, smooth,
made of black marble, the huge hall with the naked, and
with their uncombed hair, made-up old women sauntered
dragging behind them long, bedsheets made of calico.
Manolis Aligizakis 