and then we came here
to build the pulpit
of our lost Hiroshima.

Because when thirst
becomes companion to your grief,
and your pain is set in iron

high flows your pain
beyond Hiroshima
and becomes a dream,
and becomes reality.

Please applaud,
and do not leave the people alone!

I think of you,
Do you love the flowers?

When will it come
to give fire to our spinning wheel,
and look all around
for our existence?

To lighten the Ν' αλαφρωθούν τ' ανάριχα τις παραισθήσεις,
and palpably suckle their chisel,
to sate their souls on wreaths wild weeds and flowers

When, when will it come
so we will make the figure turn να κάνουμε το διάγραμμα στροφής
to the seventh performance?

***Στο πιο πάνω ποίημα κάπου δεν μπόρεσα να βρω άκρη - σημείωσα με ροζ τα σημεία

Tie a laurel wreath
around the sun's neck,
and the dream of our sky
πραγματωσύνη τον παιάνα .

The time has come
When the eagle will shove revenge
into its cage of stone.

On the earth's ring,
love will whirl and spin
in a dashing tsamiko dance,
and Pan with feet wide open
the βλάστρινη sprouting?? plum tree
into his basket will place,
counting the beat
according to the performance.

And on this night slowly ripens
the first and the fourth repose

Tomorrow we wait to see the full moon.
Tomorrow we await the victory.