The nights I seek
to fly in reminiscings
at that pine
lost one morning
in the courtyard of abandonment

to become air
in night deserts
streets of sleeplessness

these nights I seek
to be baptized with
names I like

impersonate roles
I always liked

be balanced on the sharp
zigzag fabric of my existence

*The Greek original is here https://tokoskino.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=5831&action=edit&message=6&postpost=v2