ΟΛΑ ΕΓΓΥΣ

EQUINOXIt will be a spring day just like the timewhen you come to find me.It will be equinox.You know, when day fights with night.And I shall have ready for you a poemwhich will tell you about all those I have never managedto tell you in simple words,because I have been afraid of the prosaic.You know, of these commonplace things,of the awkward, of the indeterminate.It will havea complaint, it will have a promise.It will have an expectation.It will have rain, lots of rainto wash out vanities.It will have railway journeys which this timeshall be on time.It won’t have sorrow, it won’t have despair.It will have starlight, it will have a festive mood.It will have infinitude and a world... ageless.