I will do the body movements
wiser than the mind
while the ground creaks
by a cunning naivete
beneath our feet

I will do the radiowaves of our sounds
pulsate in sunlighted banks
while contemplate
our decline in moon spaces
and dramas of stars

I will keep our inner fire
only ourself
while our body twirled
changing colors and stops
in the exaltation of our revolted veins

*The Greek version of this poem is here https://tokoskino.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/%CE%B4%CE%B7%CE%BC%CE%AE%CF%84%CF%81%CE%B7%CF%82-%CF%84%CF%81%CF%89%CE%B1%CE%B4%CE%AF%CF%84%CE%B7%CF%82-%CF%83%CF%84%CE%B7%CE%BD-%CE%AD%CE%BE%CE%B1%CF%81%CF%83%CE%B7-%CF%84%CF%89%CE%BD-%CE%B5%CE%BE/

Translation: Dimitris Troaditis