Petros Stilitis
FROM "SIGNS TO CHAOS"
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Tonight I offered my last symposium. The symposium ended and the guests are gone. Their voices were dead and motionless in the downing atmosphere. Their laughs — mournfull crapes— were hanged from the roof lamp. Their cheers echoed sounds of panic of leaving people that choke me, like vices whose perfumes are smiling gently. My stranger friends! Come! I am afraid of being alone with the ghost of your unlikely presence. .............................
(Transl. Panos Bosnakis)