New Year, don’t come in our home.
We aren’t here!
We are out.
We’re wandering pilgrims
bums
without memory without dreams without desires without hope
in a world that denies human
The horizons of our eyes have become ashy
and our sea gray
and our poetry pulseless.
New Year go on!
It’s a path guiding your steps!
Don’t stand like a dead discharged from the tomb.
The years want to make history, don’t stint it them.
Don’t stand like as if the sadness of an unattainable love,
as if in fear of a long journey …
Leave us behind
lest we eventually
die as Brave.

*English translation: Dimitris Troaditis.

**The original in Greek is published here: https://tokoskino.wordpress.com/2014/12/30/%CF%83%CF%80%CF%8D%CF%81%CE%BF%CF%82-%CE%BC%CE%B1%CF%81%CE%BF%CF%8D%CE%BB%CE%B7%CF%82-%CE%BD%CE%AD%CE%BF-%CE%AD%CF%84%CE%BF%CF%82-%CF%80%CF%81%CE%BF%CF%87%CF%8E%CF%81%CE%B1/