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Mother, my old friend

A comb in her hair
a brush stroke on grey
Mother, my old friend
I pulsate your past
to find how i’ve faulted
In your most hidden secret
Which unpaid debt
has trapped my destiny
 
What haven’t you told me
What have you hidden
Who did you love, mother
Who have you missed
How will you redeem yourself
How will I be redeemed
Don’t submit me, mother
to your destiny
 
On which crevice of the moon
Is your passion hidden
With the shame of a girl
that’s forgotten of love
Tell me, that wrinkle
next to your mouth,
which death does it grieve
what distant guilt of yours
does my body pay for
 
What haven’t you told me
What have you hidden
Who did you love, mother
Who have you missed
How will you redeem yourself
How will I be redeemed
Don’t submit me, mother
to your destiny
 

First Love

The first love is never forgotten
It still endures with time
The first love can’t be beaten
It encompasses all of the music
 
Your first love governs you
Even if you don’t realize it, it guides you
Every moment I feel it
In the shadows, in the soul, in desire
 
You are my first love
You, and my last
My first, my only
Destined and needed
 
The first love aims
just as it aimed for me
It follows me, it advises me,
It protects me from the lost
 

You Never Saw

You never saw my tears
maybe I'm to blame for hiding them
you didn't listen - didn't listen to my words
maybe I'm to blame for whispering them
but in my eyes,
did you read nothing?
 
You never came to my dreams
maybe I'm to blame for not falling asleep
you didn't cry - you didn't cry that I left
maybe I'm to blame for coming back
but in my eyes,
you read nothing
 

Aristotelous Street

Early evening (of a) Saturday and (the smell of) acetylene*
οn Aristotelous street where you're growing old
I would take tangerine peels from my pocket
and throw them in your eyes to hurt you**
 
Younger kids where playing cops and robbers
and Argyro was the leader
and fires would light up in the upper streets
it was St. John's day*** I think.
 
Old soldiers would take off their hats
the square would fill with children
and there was a green, green moon
stabbing at your heart
 
Younger kids where playing cops and robbers
and Argyro was the leader
and fires would light up in the upper streets
it was St. John's day*** I think
 

I Left

I left from my old self
I don't know what was mine from what I lived through
Whoever is not here, near me, belongs somewhere else
It's time for me to see my wire mesh
Thrown down, walked on, my fairy tale has been taken
I'm not the same as yesterday, I'm not chasing wounds
I'm only sorry that I don't have someone's gaze to watch
But now... I left.
 
I left from my need, 'to exist'
I thought I'd be scared but then I thought
Whatever I loved had height
And whatever I love, needs my eyes open, yesterday shouldn't be eating me up
To walk in your silence, to remember your prayers
Even if I'm someone else, my karma is not heavy
I don't want to be different anymore, I want to know if you loved me
But now... I left.
 
And if I dream of you some day again
And if I find you by chance in my journey
I won't be the one you know, I'm going to be someone else
Who might love you against the time
 

Toubekistan

When the Chinese say r
then I will be able to tell you
what's happening, what it means
to live in this entangled* world
what a entangled world means
one wrapped in mystery
 
China with its wise
Confucius
And I, inside a crazy confusion
I rack up tabs
and find no end
then I start sobbing
without tears
 
But I don't do it toubeki* style
like some do
and from all the toubeki
we've become Toubekistan
 
When the Chinese say r
then I will find some euros
to pay for the bride***
and maybe save myself
because I'm innocent
and for the innocent
there's a command
to donate blood
to those living in guilt
 
*confused, being insecurely involved in something with an unclear ending
 
**Turkish word for tobacco, like in hookah
 
**idiom meaning to pay for the mistakes/ actions of someone else
 

I came again

I came again
at night so they don't notice me
I came again from high up
with the moon lighting the path
I came again
joy was the road I took to meet you
I came again in a hurry
before I regretted it
 
Tell me, tell me
before my beauty passes
tell me, tell me
and your glance still
pierces my insides,
heart and soul
 
I came again
life passed by
as if it was a lie
I came before your joy
I drown in the most shallow stream
I came again
one more time to love you
I came again
life isn't for my living
without you
 

Two glasses

I put two glasses on the table
I emptied them
I filled them with with wine and tears
and I put on the old record
that you used to sing too
 
But your glass
I broke into pieces
in hopes of finally getting you off my mind
But your glass
I broke into pieces
and yet wept bitterly
on the shards
 
Now the pieces of your glass I gather
to maybe
fix it from the start
I'm scrounging for
something impossible
to put a soul in you
 

I'll gather strength

Oh one more bitterness* just one more and I'll run away
my heart has been made heavy
this tiring world
lives with lies and chuckles
oh how it's been ruined
 
I'll gather strength
in a hardy intoxicstion
and in dance, my soul
will leave my body
 
I'll find my roots
and drink with all my generation
to travel back
as time has made things now
how can I decifer good and bad
 
*an incident that causes bitterness