Turn round/ It is me/ there/ in the dark/
You see those shadows? like small  angle flying?
Next to the chair, by the stove/

On the first stair,/ at the slightly open door
As you go to shut the dooΡ/ shrinks back/
remains open

Yes/ I let you go/ dreaming a freedom/
what kind freedom ?  

The world is full of bodies,/ mine/
was the enslavement of your soul/

You said/And you ?
With this face/ only pressed to a woman’s breast
Can I forget/

Τhe yearning that sews my womb/
It was raining that summer/ I recall/I am  aged
You were the age of fifteen and me the age of  ages/

MARIA PANOUTSOU    SALUADER