Hundreds of stones I carry on my back,stealing my breath at every step.Hundreds of lightning bolts burn my lips,setting the longing heart ablaze.Hundreds of black, pitch-dark nights,drag my sleep into purgatory,Hundreds of Lucifers eat my liver,get drunk on tears and feast on death.Hundreds of dreams I never told you,where can I find comfort?Hundreds of verses I never read to you,How, where do I find God’s house?Hundreds of kisses I never gave you,they will grow angry and turn to bullets.Hundreds of wounds I healed for you,just as many tears I turned to doves.Hundreds of rivers drown my longing,one of them has known me since childhood.Hundreds of earthquakes shattered my soul,I try to mend it, but you are missing.Hundreds of fires burned my flowers,the ones you taught me how to water.Hundreds of vipers poisoned my soul,they hold a feast on my balcony.Hundreds of swallows forgot their home,exile has no address, so often.Hundreds of white swans cry with me,the soul’s weeping poisons the spring.Hundreds of thorns stuck in my chest,come in a dream and pull them out, please.Hundreds of rooks seized the sky,where you rest they will come to pray.Hundreds of years old my pain seems,my chest sobs, like an orphan bird.Hundreds of white lilies I picked today,for you I watered Athens with tears.Hundreds of years I swallowed loneliness, like stones.God, how do I quench this longing when it burns like a furnace?Hundreds of years, are not enough, to forget you...