Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
They say,
To mourn the dead,
In the way we bless the living—
Is a kind of respect,
A kind of ritual.
They say,
To bless the living,
In the way we mourn the dead—
Is a kind of device,
A kind of cunning.
The living need mourning,
The dead need blessing.
Like the clouds in the sky,
Never let single eyes gaze escape.
A living who has never been mourned,
Is like a dead already blessed.
Under a strange state of mind,
They speak words that sound normal.
