Giorgio Veneto (Athens, Greece)

Your petrified smiles face the sun
mirror on the paths we walked,
in ferns
and flowers without a name.

(Next year you will depart to encounter my dreams.)

The crags whiten from counting time.

You were approaching from afar
I did not see any glass screens between us,
- I know, you were a dreamy form,
floating in Pelagos, my tiredness and the sun,
excessive on the lids, please lower,
I need to talk to you.

Small silences, small silences that shine
all of my hands baptized me
you offered them a name like an omen,
I shaped you,
you called me Angel.

When the downpour started, you vanished
betimes was morning
Inside the rainfalls you attempt to address me,
and I recall you
you come closer but you don't know it
and I don't see it, and you don't know me.