Σάββατο, 1 Ιανουαρίου 2000

JOAN ATHANASIADOU – SARIKA

WHO??

(01-01-2000)
Who is going to give colour to my life?
Who is going to give me tickets for coming?
Who is going to dip in honey in my bread?
So that I never feel bitter again?
Who is going to stare at my own eyes?
Who is going to protect my body from rain?
Who is going to rinse my old sin?
I had committed in my childhood?
Who is going me in the mouth?
to make me feel I am living?
Who is going to wipe my tears away?
telling me “I am here”.
Who is going to give me some ring
as an everlasting symbol?
Who is going to shut my eyes
telling me “I love you”?
Who is going to make me laugh
So I were able to forget my sorrow?

And plenty of “who”, that I forget them
A thousand of “who”, when I lie down at night
And so many “who” that I whisper
Wondering about life that I ignore!
More and more uncounted “who”
that I will go on asking in my life
as long as I getting older.


TO PEACE

When I was a child
I used to think of peace as something given
just like the sun, the water and the bread.
But by the end of October
I understood that you were missing!

It was then that the war came,
any country began bleeding,
my heart was broken just like glass,
what made me fight for your coming back
for my regaining my lost honor.

I have got the message
as soon as I saw the dove
and I am looking forward
to see you coming back, o Peace!
I do ask you Peace: “where are you?”
wouldn’t you have returned
I would bring you myself!