Συρρεντόν (EN)

Give me a gawky love
Of too tight hugs
And new badlyinterrupted dreams
By tears, kicks and kisses

I won’t call you my air
As your absence doesn’t choke
But inspires, and feeds the singing
That in its own happy voice rings

And if I start talking of infinites
Paint the air with opaline laughter
As when they are made into words
From loving they are being stolen

If your flavour gets less sweet
This coffee I’ll drink, bitter and turbid
But I’ll thank you, and smile

I don’t love you for capricious taste
Or an unaware tradition
I love you becaue of all the terraces
Where one stops and courts a cup
Yours is the one where the sea can be seen

You, you make me forget that I cannot be wind
That the horizon is not a step to caress the sirens
Chest gave to the sun, and hair to the froth
The voicely spell’s put straight on the heart
And one’s devoured in every port