The Soul of Odysseus
I invented myself
the native of immenseness
gravity exiled me here
as if life is a path of ignorance
what can I do with Odysseus now
conscious of a tribe that commits suicide
as it stands and listens to
the echo of oars on the horizon
the miracle that endlessly
collects the dust of dreams
when the untouched diaphaneity of myths
reaches us away from him and Ithaca.
