I will live my life even like this.Dressed in memories,like a countess.With a hat of dreams, under the blue sky.With an arrow of longing and my soul in pieces.Because I know how to live even like this.I come from the mud, I raise statues.I come from the river, I paint waves.I come from the forest where the kiss does not sleep.I come from the field, I know how to harvest patience.I come from the gravel, I bear a mark on my heart.I come from hunger, I know how to drown loneliness.I come from the roar, my ego touches no earth.I know how to live even torn to pieces.In the sieve of fear I bewilder my breath.On the line of the mind I hang my self-reproach.On the terrace of opinion I bathe the verse.I take my pieces and glue them because I must.I sew them with the dowry needle in the trunk.I take stones from Tomorr and melt them in my belly.I turn them to lime to paint over the scars.But you, rest easy!Hunting season is not over yet.Do you remember, we met in the summer?But in summer we were lost, like a patched footprint.You left, because you had to, back then!Now, you have left never to return...I am here, waiting in tears at the door.If one day you remember,come down from the clouds,return to the rock where the embrace was born.Hang a stone around longing’s neck.Throw it, plunge it, drown it...... maybe you still have a lifeboat.I will live even like this, shattered.Looking back, like drowsy dew.I will talk to the memories, they did not abandon me.You grew tired of the poisons, the betrayal, the pain.You told me:“Can one live with a torn soul?”But if one day you find yourself in tears.And wash away your hesitations with tears.On the path by the park, somewhere in Athens.Waiting for you with longing,a little bird dressed in sadness.She writes and crumbles.Tears take her breath away.Save her!Just this once, be brave!