A song about strange love.
\u0126ererbi\u015fta\u00f1. Parking"<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And we hit the road.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
You followed us
And so amazing:
Tired, exhausted,
But they looked around<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
And caught the raindrops.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
And one whose mane was
So shaggy, red and disheveled,
I kept stroking the leaves with my hands.
And its rough greenery,
Covered with smooth drops,<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
She flexed gently in response.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
We would have walked all night, and then -
And a considerable part of the day,
But now one stumbled.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then the second one.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the third one almost fell,
Slipping on a smooth root.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2022 \u2022 \u2022 \u2022<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Parking in the middle of the night under a red moon;
A burning fire and billowing smoke;
The smell of freshly roasted meat.
We treated you, and you responded to us<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
(even though it was clear -
you have little left)<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Offered a share
Big white circle.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGnsts,\u201d said one light-maned one.
- \u03a4\u03c5\u03c1\u03cc\u03c2.\u201d
\u201cCheese,\u201d repeated the fair-haired man.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hellenic word
We were familiar
But this one is something different.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not yellow and hard
And white and soft.
Either air
Either grainy
And just a little more salt.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
There wasn't much of him
But there was enough for everyone.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u1f0e\u03c1' \u1f04\u03c1\u03c4\u03bf\u03bd \u1f14\u03c7\u03b5\u03c4\u03b5? - asked my friend,
Suddenly smiling at them,
\u201cDo you have any bread?\u201d<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
They nodded
We reached for the bags.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the rain was heavy
And the fabric is so thin...<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
And all that we managed to see is
White mess
Gray mess
Black mess
And their dejected faces.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
And suddenly I felt so good
And strangely funny, as if
This monstrous rain
Along with the bread I washed away<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything, every single one, all limits.
Everything that separated us.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then one of my comrades laughed,
After him - another, and then a third,
And I won\u2019t hide it;
And people<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first they blinked in surprise,
And then smiles appeared on their faces.
Either timid, or embarrassed, but pure,
Like the bark of trees washed with moisture.<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Parking in the middle of the night under the red moon -
And a sound, deep sleep,<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
which the stars wove<\/p><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Its sad-sharp
Endless, unearthly beauty.<\/p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A song about strange love.
\u0126ererbi\u015fta\u00f1. Parking"<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
And we hit the road.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
You followed us
And so amazing:
Tired, exhausted,
But they looked around<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
And caught the raindrops.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
And one whose mane was
So shaggy, \u2026<\/p>\n