A glass for religious rituals
A glass for philosophy
A glass for the gods now dead
A glass for the statues that never die
A glass for the rising pillars looking for a roof
A glass for the politicians of the Syntagma Square
A glass for the never-ending processions
A glass for Yanis Ritsos
Waking up from jail memories
A glass for Odysseus Elytis
Lamenting for Helen

O the endless range of hills
That turns on their back in nightmares
Listening to battle drums for centuries
How many centuries you had to smoulder
In memory of Alexander who went
To annex empires, brandishing his whip
Apollo who plays on the strings
Athena who teaches tantrums
Artemis the family planner
Aphrodite with Cupid totting his handgun
They say the time of the gods is gone
The newly elected gods have already arrived
Export models.
In the international conspiracy,
Hellas, your turn also has come
Today it is full moon in Piraes
A full moon each
In the sky, on the land, and in the sea
On the blushing cheeks
Of the wine-drunk bride of Greece
The irreverent wind weaves a spectrum
Today we forget legend and history
Today we sink into the presence of the Present
We have discovered each other
Both of us are the ancients.