The cabaret

The cabaret

THE CABARET
HISTORIES
REFUGEES
IN THE CENTER OF WATER
LOVE POEM
THE ACCIDENT
THE OLDEST PROFESSION

On the other side
of the photograph I write to remind myself
not where and when but who

I am not in the photograph

They left us nothing
to take with us
Only this photograph

If you turn it over you will see me

Is that you in the photograph, they ask me
I don’t know what to tell you

Translated by David Mason & the author

AuthorYiorgos Chouliaras
2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments