Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
You are the queen in a non-existent land
with no subjects and offspring
you are a thorn in youthful eyes
and iron on youthful lips
you are stone on their soft hearts
and a block of ice in their bare souls
you are someone people can get by without
and someone they cannot get by without
you’re a prostitute in all lives
and rain from wild clouds
and an overflowing river
and joy and a cry and echo
you undress to bare skin in bare times
on the podium of curiosity of wild boys
you were born naked in an even more naked country
more naked you rule boiling hearts
you dissipate nudity throughout the universe
not knowing anything about your nonexistent kingdom
you are the queen of all queens
who shamefully float above amorous looks
of beardless boys who live with one single thought
masturbating secretly and sighing in a non-existent country
for the non-existent queen
dreaming of her in her voluptuous nudity
you are the queen of love superior to all queens
you are all that a male imagination can conceive
you are a stumbling block for wanton young men
you are their suffering and their inexhaustible pain
you are someone people cannot and can get by without
now when you know how young men scatter their virginity
and destroy unborn generations
submit yourself to them in blue dusk at the end of a cul-de-sac
and salvage everything you can
taking care not to lose any of your beautiful nudity
HALF IN PINK AND HALF IN WHITE 1
She to whom we bared our souls went away
To whom we presented our hearts and big red apples
She left with the walk of a gazelle
Half in pink and half in white
She took the colours of mountain springs in her eyes
And volcano flames of her wonderful body
With which she burned our tormented souls and hearts
Half in pink and half in white
She went away and left the ashes of her feet
By which we knew that she left at daybreak
She simply left without words and letters
Half in pink and half in white
She was always a mystery for all of us
Her words were a holiday for our ears
Her speech captivated with its charm
Half in pink and half in white
The breeze scattered her black hair
Over her angelic face
Which glowed with the power of the Sun
Half in pink and half in white
Her wonderful neck and shoulders
Her wonderful hands, her legs, all of her body
Danced with hundreds of profound sighs
Half in pink and half in white
Nobody felt the slimness and warmth of her body
Nobody felt the touch of her wonderful hands
Nobody felt the touch of her long legs
Half in pink and half in white
Nobody disheveled her dark long hair
Nobody touched her breasts, two wild female pigeons
Provocatively huddled under unbuttoned shirt
Half in pink and half in white
Nobody kissed a smile on her juicy red lips
Nor embraced her long neck tangled with dark hair
Only a hundred long sighs ripped the sky
Half in pink and half in white
She whom we all longed for went away
She whom we all carried in our eyes in days and sleepless nights
She went away and we are still sighing and looking
Half in pink and half in white
