Return
(Kthimi)
(for R.)
Night knocks.
Echo of a soul
Which incites me onwards
Towards everything sought,
Towards nothing expected.
Dead are the madmen
And mad are the living
Who butt out their cigarettes
On the back of my pain.
It is an age of clamour,
Of solitudes' crusade.

(Figline, 31.07.1998)