( The painting is created by Maria kazazi )

The birds

Black birds,

migratory ones,

brought from places

i never got to know,

stole my very heart

on a starry night

when I ran,

body in thirst,

on the avenues of lust,

between the coordinates of their flying,

moon's own blood

that feeds of the fire,

that wasted my dreams...

And, I,

clandestine reader of the stars

on the benches of insanity,

amongst night's scratches,

keep on feeling the traces of love

that fed with fire

my extinct dreams...

In heart's place

a torn violin,

between its broken cords

notes of silence,

a soul dressed in black...

Lyrics: Vaso Brataki

Translated by Haris Paraskevopoulou

(The painting is created by Maria kazazi )

RHYMES OF ANARCHY

Within the border

outlined

by your eyes' embrace,

the sadder of a flame,

kept in a fireside

so well guarded,

in an ancient times' cocoon

And I,a wakening soul,

a caterpillar dreaming

of a butterfly's birth,

that dares flirting

with its own death

while silently marking

the beginning and the end

of a moment in time,

when becoming the sacrifice

for an infallible dream,

an illusion that bleeds

feeling the fire,

at the bottom of a heart.

Within the border

that divides

darkness from light,

silence shuddering,

when the castles of your voice

fall like chartaceous walls

And Love,

silently wondering

alongside sweaty horses' breath,

above the boys of stone

that shared the silence of the stars,

sleeping riders,

secret lovers of the stone

urging on their knees

for just one night

to exchange stone with flesh,

seeking to extinguish their eternal thirst

to become the travellers of dream

madmen over the centuries...

Lyrics: Vaso Brataki

Translated by Xaris Paraskevopoulou