Voices were sanctified in the mud,
accessible to chisel from within you
their need for expression.
Like the value of assimilating the crying
of the one harshly defeated by indifference,
the one gambling away his talents in a game of dice
as the only revenge
for the narrow margin left to make an escape
You part with the cocoon in pain
consenting stoically to the vise of the days
studying the breadth and width of human dignity.
Under the reign of nameless things.
Translated from Greek by Kostantinos Matsoukas