dust

a child’s lost in the desert
it’s so dusty in the desert
the child grew fond of the dust
dust flew into his eyes
and has taught him tears
so that he could now cry
and he washes his heart once in a while

greek versiontear

your eyes’ light on

See the night:
how it’s growing denser all around!
It surrounds us with close wet woven nets;
it hides the way.
You don’t even have the right of spending energy – hard times.
You’re forced to drive with your low beams
- on slow speed, as well -
since the road’s hidden deep into the heavy rain of dark forecasts.
And, there comes a moment, when you can see the light of your eyes.
You shed it on ahead with all of your heart;
you break the weft of fear.
With your new sight now, you speed up as you will.
The companion says “slow down, I cannot see my step.”
“Shed your eyes’ light over ahead,” you encourage him.
And, as long as he seeks it inside him, you describe the magic of a night ride;
and, you promise, you go straight ahead beyond dawn,
together._

greek version