I told Salvador under my breath that there was a cart waiting for us not too far away, and asked him whether he could walk. He couldn’t even talk. I took out a leather bag from under my robe, tinkling with coins. “Son! Come here,” I called the torturer who moved quickly at the sound of money. “You have such a hard life, and you have to eat, right?” He nodded his assent. “There are so many injustices in this life, and this is one of them. Look here, this is your lucky day.” I put the pouch of money into his hands. “It’s yours if you keep your mouth shut and take us to the nearest exit. Cry for help, and I’ll wring your soul out through your belly button.” The man opened his mouth and shut it again. “Let’s all get out of here, shall we?” I slapped him on the back to move him to action.
And the lingering poet, looks at the stones and wonders do they really exist between these erased lines, the edges, the hollows the contours do they really exist here where the rain’s passing meets with the wind and ravage they do exist, the movement of life, the shape of tenderness of those who faded out so strangely in our lives of those who remained as shadows of waves and thoughts in the endlessness of pelagos or perhaps no, nothing remains but the weight the nostalgia of the weight of an alive existence there where we remain unsubstantial bending like branches of the terrible willow tree piled in the continued despair while the yellow current slowly carries down rushes uprooted in the mud image of a form turned into stone by the sentence of an everlasting bitterness. The poet a void. The sun carrying a shield rose fighting and from depths of the cave a startled bat pierced the light like an arrow pierces a shield: ‘Ασίνην τε Ασίνην τε…’ As though it was him the king of Asini who we have so carefully searched for on this acropolis sometimes touching with our fingers his touch on the stones.
Required Attention Be careful when you go out; things look so distant, they almost vanish. The Naval Yard in the soft light, After the rain, perhaps it involves all your anticipation to return home without meeting in your way that empty ice cream cone that was rolled, slowly and carefully, by the white cane of the blind man.
The taste of her mouth aroused all his instincts, and he wanted to touch this girl all over. However, they heard the clearing of the proprietor’s throat and stopped. Hermes pulled back, and she gave him her best smile, showing a straight line of teeth and a hungry tongue. They stayed there for another half an hour, and then she wanted to go. “What would you like to do now? See a movie?” He looked at his watch; it was eight o’clock. “Where do you like to go?” She suggested they go to see the latest movie in a cinema close by, and he agreed. They walked to the cinema, and Hermes offered her his arm. She took the chance and leaned toward him a bit more, which Hermes loved. They got to the theatre and realized the place was almost full, so they made their way to the balcony, where they noticed that it was almost empty. They found two seats. He turned to look at her, and she took the courage and offered him a long and passionate kiss. His hunger for her body became evident. She took his hand and placed it between her legs, a move he took even further by sliding his hand up and touching her pubic hair. That made her go wild. He didn’t let go, and the rubbing of his hand inside her made her move her body left and right with such intensity that she had an orgasm in a matter of seconds. She then found his erection and played with him for a minute or two, but he wanted a lot more than that. “You like to go?” she asked. “Where could we go?” “I know a place.” He wondered where this place might be, surely not her parents’ house. “A friend of mine, she whispered, is out of town; I have the key to her place.”
Manolis Aligizakis 