[Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995]



In thee place where all spirits rest

I leave my soul to touch the fate of fire

So proud, so strong, but yet, desperate as it fades

while thoughts and pictures remind me of you...



...you, sweet as any dandle drop of blood

liquid fire, mother of thee carnal desires

emblem of my manor and all those...

all those who dance, attendance on my equestrian golden effigy.



I'm supping the juices of eternal life

going astray by the marvelous muscatel grape

and I think no end of this enormous river, yet soft caressing like,

as my throat is being victimized by fluid earthly seeds



I've become enamoured of fire's beauty

alike deep white cygnets of lakewaters blue green sky

Someday I'll be one who'll elope with her, the enchantress

however, no sooner said than done, and... it lasts

...until the ends of the world.