Bite with diamond teeth the sea's second hovering myrtle and
Amphitrite's fourth and you too!
The seabream is caught in air with its patronymic if not
The seafloor with its sparse beard
Houses with yards and closets lean to one side
Like boats and a power through lineage slowly erases
The imprints of smell left on our ancestral olive presses
By the fingers of the tough hands ofYera
I speak of the truth that the wind ofMyrina brings down to
The waters ofKrategos. Winnowed disyllables which you either read
Or they loudly memorize you
Kissme Osea 'fore I loseyou
A key turns both ways either you are locked in
Or you are opened to
all.
With open windows and sails
Towards Troy.
In Ioulita's Blue
What I mean can be found both in Briseis' shard
And in Euripus' shell. August must have been wildly hungry in its calm
So to want summer wind; so that it may leave a bit of salt on
The eyebrow and a blue in the sky whose name you can hear sounding
sublime among the others
But at bottom it is
loulita's blue
As if a passage of an infant's breath went in advance
So that you can quite clearly see the opposite mountains approaching
And an ancient dove's voice crossing the waves and vanishing
And if it is holy it is returned to goodness
Through the air. Comeliness multiplies so much through her
Own children and man grows before sleep
Depicts him two or three times
In its mirror. Picking tangerines or philosophers' streams if not a
Moving town of bees on the pubis. So be it
Grapes make a black sun and the skin whiter
