Παρασκευή, 7 Σεπτεμβρίου 2012

A free mobbed


They thought they squeezed me
In a dark cell
Without food
Without water
Without air
Without light
The silly….
I’ve already escaped
The moment that they didn’t take from me
That blue notebook and the old pencil….

Kostas Bouzas: 1993
Τranslation: G. Matraka

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