Τι ακούτε τώρα Vol. 666

Thus I myself once sank,
Out of my truth-madness,
Out of my day-longings,
Weary of day, sick from the light —
Sank downward, eveningward, shadowward,
By one truth
Burnt and thirsty —
Do you still remember, remember, hot heart,
How you thirsted then? —
That I be exiled
From all truth!
Only fool! Only poet!

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Τι άλλο;

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Να φυγει το επος

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Έπρεπε να το είχα ποστάρει προχτές αλλά τώρα το ακούω.

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Για να ειμαστε στο σωστο κλιμα

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With wings from our mothers
Roots from our fathers
We march to our bitter end

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