The sun rises black
My smile sets
A scourge lashes on me
No face in my broken mirror
A phantom I have become
Ανατέλλει ήλιος μαύρος
Το χαμόγελό μου δύει
Μάστιγα με χτυπά
Πρόσωπο δε φαίνεται
σε καθρέφτη θρυμματισμένο
Ένα φάντασμα είμαι πια
If we are on the other side of life, we are reduced to a state of nothingness and all we can see is darkness. Another excellent poem with superb imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mirror in thyself the phantom!