(Translated from the Greek)
moment when the sun kissses the earth,
With rays of desire,
A voice from deep sleep awakens me,
Seeking rythn and music in the howling of the wind.
With sleepy hands I search and
touch the darkness,
For the lovely skin of a beautiful, disappearing face
While the sound of the haunted, wind melody
Comes to torment my ears.
Sleepy the light appears,
From distant, unfriendly horizons,
Full with new visions, wild flowers,
But, also, thorns.
And there and then.......
Like an eagle's marble statue,
Streching his wings towards angry clouds,
pale tears of Dawn.