αφοπλιστικό

η Άννα και ο Παναγιώτης,

δίδυμα,

5 ετών περίπου,

πηγαίνουν, Κυριακή πρωί, θέατρο με τη Μητέρα τους.

στο δρόμο για το θέατρο:

Α: Παναγιώτη,

γιατί δε θες να σου κρατάω το χέρι;

Αφού σ’ αγαπάω!

Δε μ αγαπάς;

Π: Όχι!

Α: Γιατί;

Π: Έτσι.

μέσα στην παράσταση:

Π: Θέλω σοκολάτα!

Δεν έχεις σοκολάτα στην τσάντα σου;

Μ: Όχι, δεν έχω.

Π: Λες ψέμματα!

Μ: Έχεις δίκιο,

είπα ψέμματα.

στο μετρό, γυρίζοντας σπίτι:

Μ: Ωχ! Μπήκαμε σε λάθος συρμό.

Π: Πω πω,

μαλακία μας.

Μ: Τι είπες Παναγιώτη;

Α: Εεε,

είπε,

¨Παναγία μας!¨

ελπίζω να παρακολουθούσες.

ό,τι μπορούσαν,

στο δίδαξαν.

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αφοπλιστικό by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License

a small prayer

lend me your chest

to rest my head;

this nightmare too

will reach its end.

please hold me tight,

the light goes out;

at least I'll know

I made a friend.

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adulthood (II)

grown-ups can’t make up

imaginary friends

when

they feel alone.

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the little things

the WiFi password

of my favorite café

is “Nina Simone”.

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εννιά στα δώδεκα | nine out of twelve

κάθε τι που μας βελτιώνει,

μας πάει μπροστά,

ξεκινά

όταν στο ρολόι

χτυπήσει Σεπτέμβρης.

κ η χαρά μας;

τα όνειρα τ απέραντα, τα παιδικά;

θαμμένα κάτω από σταχτιά βότσαλα,

σε μια απόμερη παραλία,

τέλη Αυγούστου.

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everything that makes us better,

gets us one step forward,

begins

when the clock

strikes September.

what about our joy?

our endless, childhood dreams?

buried under ashen pebbles,

in a distant beach,

at the end of August.

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lady beggar

if only

the lack of structure

in her words

and

the lack of sanity

in her eyes

could help you notice:

the constraints she left behind

are the same holding you down.

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uncoupled

and in the morning
you will find
a fresh-cut rose
at your doorstep.

and you will know
it was me
without asking.

and you will know
I cut it for you
because you didn't

ask for it.

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trying to remember the last time I met a kind stranger

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alternative title: when discussing ethical consumption under capitalism

trying to remember the last time I met a kind stranger by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License

dream's end

in front of me
a door,
broken down by insects
and time.

at the doorstep,
a washed-out envelope
with a bill
from the electric company.

around me,
a silence
that only the absence of children
could bring.

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and just as much forgotten

there once was a Poet who

could describe what it means

to be a person,

who could capture in words

all the shades of human feelings,

who could liberate you

from your demons,

and ease your suffering

with a single parable,

who could explain the meaning of life,

so that you could find your own.

the Poet died alone,

on the street,

choked in his own vomit.

not a single word written down,

not a single word listened by

the passersby.

homeless,

ignorant,

mad,

and very much forgettable.

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