If you did not know that He is watching you,If you were not certain of the breathing of the starsBehind the great clouds,If you did not hear His waiting smileBehind the strings of rain,How would you warm your nightsHow would you walk for so longOutside the walls where sproutThorns and nettles,Around an endlessly tall towerThat has no windows,That has neither gate nor stairs?
Translated from Greek by Pilo Zyba
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
A little almond branch Before the window A single branch Hides half the village from you. Love with its palm Hides the whole world from you. Only the light remains.
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