Mihailsk
Like a child
"I do not know what to play to the children
in the market, in Lavrio.
I'm old, with braces and glasses
and I'm still afraid of tomorrow.
How to hide from children?
They know everything anyway.
And they look at us with eyes like these
when they wake up at two o'clock.
We live in a dream that creaks
like our grandmother's wooden leg,
but the real time,
as a small child, is in exile.
But the real time
is our son, the big and the small one.
I do not know what to play to the children
but not even to adults.
It's been a long time since I suddenly learned
that I am an ugly parrot.
How to hide all these?
Everyone knows them anyway.
And they look at you with eyes like these
when you return to the city.
We live in a dream that creaks
like our grandmother's wooden leg,
but the real time,
as a small child, is in exile.
But the real time
is our son, the big and the small one."
Like a child
"I do not know what to play to the children
in the market, in Lavrio.
I'm old, with braces and glasses
and I'm still afraid of tomorrow.
How to hide from children?
They know everything anyway.
And they look at us with eyes like these
when they wake up at two o'clock.
We live in a dream that creaks
like our grandmother's wooden leg,
but the real time,
as a small child, is in exile.
But the real time
is our son, the big and the small one.
I do not know what to play to the children
but not even to adults.
It's been a long time since I suddenly learned
that I am an ugly parrot.
How to hide all these?
Everyone knows them anyway.
And they look at you with eyes like these
when you return to the city.
We live in a dream that creaks
like our grandmother's wooden leg,
but the real time,
as a small child, is in exile.
But the real time
is our son, the big and the small one."