400 METERS OF RUST
(Translation from the original Τ.Π-7/6/1997)
The smell of an old newspaper
pages of new are burning
Neon light are still yelling in the night
We’re following the noise of footsteps
that just in front of us
SHADOWS OF PEOPLE ARE DIRTYING THE WALLS
(Translation from the original Τ.Π-19/6/1996)
Never before, I was so pleased for the
violent death of my beloved persons
In no other epoch
the awareness of my evil self wasn’t able
to born such huge masterpieces of soul’s harmony
Don’t know what I want to say!
And don’t know how I want to say it
I will leave the silent to express
the deepest creative concerns of my ego