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© Z. Azzabi
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I raise an Orphean orison
To the soul of a horizon perdue
Long assassinated dream
In your extinguished eyes
Your derelict clothes on top of a table
Remind me of a past that has yet to come
I collapse, exhausted, and precipitate for hours on end
at a “Kafeneion”* half wiped table
Waiting for the despotic time to come and gather his H2O from all over my body
gather you, a handful of a watery dream.
to leave me, both of you as usual
Here in this nakedness
A hostage, to these boring “Kafeneia’’
Here in the emptiness of this hollow Athens
now
with the morrow burned down to ashes
in our inside
what does remain for us
save the dim lights of this town
the squalid and ugly shadows
in our eyes
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* Traditional Greek coffee shop (pl. kafeneia)
