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Translation by Diana Maynard THE CAPITAL 1980 I take my diving suit and drift around in the aquarium of the city. Its streets all teem with divers of murky waters: bodies of the drowned that sway, hooked onto fishing lines hinder the traffic. Avid eyes lie in wait, lie in ambush at ev'ry step: merchandise cheap, sordid bait, and the prey is trapped with ease. At the central crossings the concentration of plankton is pushed towards the gaping entrances of supermarkets. The gaping mouths of voracious cetaceans washed up in crucial areas of the capital: enormous mammals which regurgitate the incoming and outgoing shoal. In the rush hour the tidal wave is swelling the continuous perpetual tumult from the insatiable appetite of the crowd: The menace which grows, the cracked and empty jar, the invisible black hole which gulps down the galaxy |
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Melissanthi Songs For Alto and Guitar. Published by Musik Fabrik. (mfdws021v) See more info... |