In the depths of the horizon

N. Lygeros

Translated from the Greek by Angeliki Papadopoulou, Evi Charitidou

My Thessaloniki
was at first a sound of Tsitsanis,
an old and beautiful memory
even before I had faced it
and when it was pinned in my gaze
with the simplicity of a Byzantine picture
I saw
the hanging walls bathed in the Macedonian sun
watching the blue horizon vertically
and upon the borders of Romiosyne
the castle of memory,
the white tower.

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