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THE SHADOW’S FUTURE

The soul saw, the eyes created, the hands sculptured
the mysterious statue.  This is where the little
hunchback hid, and below the dog finished its wretched life, so loved by

I didn’t look after you
The hands were slow moving
I plodded on in the night
I came across the woman who had
No sword but
Who threatened with her face
I ran a temperature in Spain
Before that I had pains right here
Crossing the white landscape I hid from
The inhospitable lightning
For I had been forewarned: as long as
Elan vital exists the walls will go rising

I swear to you I didn’t look after them
I wasn’t interested how it would end
I had a cushy job but I couldn’t stand noises
For sure not for a moment
Did I look after you
Fighting the good fight as you were
Aged
Heroes
And I – Oh, my! – can’t find the beginning

Everything crackles

Slowly as the yet indefinible spherical universe
 is approaching

Veroniki Dalakoura
Translated from the Greek by Yannis Goumas