If I knew how to stand
how to walk
and if the sky break in two
just for me
over my head
and all the hidden presents  
waters that mingle, in river and sea
how beautiful they look faded
lamps and stars,
then
I would have bathed, in body and hair
and that it defines me,
small bitter and tender
and face the fire,
with words
to quench her.

Maria Panoutsou