Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
The image of a stone lingered in the bird’s eye
with the image of an archer with a raised head
his bow and arrow flash like hellfire
in which all the evils of the world burn
the silence of the universe spreads unrest
trembling hearts beat harder and harder
the soul weaves a carpet of dreams
with it, it will cover the unsung songs
someone will wake up at the crack of dawn
with his eyes, he will caress the colours of the coming day
waiting to be touched by the shadow of his beloved
with the arrival of a palette of sun rays
someone somewhere will beg himself for mercy
while some strange birds fly
bearing the Sun in shining eyes
lowering it slowly into the waves of the river
in some future age
bows and arrows will return again
©® Ibrahim Honjo
