II
Greatness protects us both
with the sky’s little lambs and bears
you, an adventure of the cloud
and I always here.
If we touch each other
I’ll be the redemption of sickness
If I touch you
the beginning of the end.
And I remained
with the nocturne divided shape of the olive tree
with the darkness and the struggle
I remained close to the moss
on whatever pulls you down all the time.
I was left with half words
and I returned.
The old man will endure the night
nothing perfect has ever occurred
on time.
Manolis Aligizakis 