I saw the glare
in the water
of the sun
I thought I saw
an island
and its town
with the white houses
It must have been Erota
luring me with her
olives and her wine
Mountains that I imagine
where there is only
Aegean sea
That only stand
in the maps
of my own heart
unknown to sailors
and fishermen
This is my Greece
The Colosus
that lured me
from Ibiza
into Paris and Piraeus
into Ios and Korfu
Swinging in the
parks of Rodos
with a red flower
in my hand
and the Greek boy
riding away
in his moped
The words I heard
in Mykonos
as I turned
towards the sun
POLI ILYA
the ancient tongue
discovered
one more time
THELO
THELIS
The language
and the land escape
of Desire
EPITHUNIA
