Six poems

You, stretched
in the clouds of your thoughts
you are counting the ransom
of our lost happiness.

Expanding pleasure of the day
In the temple I took off my clothes
Listening to the birds
I began again to live

Watercolours of a pale morning
The marble column is becoming immaterial.

Licking your cheeks
my limbs are diving
in areas of heaven
where nude angels are rowing
to the darkness of your heart.

The shivering of passivity
is nestled in the olive leaves.
The spouts of forgetfulness
have rinsed the nude memories
The arrival of Spring's goose bumps
sovereigns bodies.

Ascending the hill
which is restrained by a sting.
Walking in the street
which is opened by sweat.
Kneeling to the planet earth
which is supporting hate.
Praying to infinity
which is watered by our blood.
We are dying in the chaos
which leads us to the salvation.

Costas Evangelatos