Author of quotes: Yannis Ritsos

I covered his plate,
left.
He will eat still warm.
Understand that I'm covered.
Will you see that no me?

What you wanted to say?
I forgot.
All the while I interrupt,
all the while I forget about the main thing,
probably, not casually.
At dawn
sleep caught me in a chair.
My eyelids
the little finger held
far thanks.
Maybe that's what I wanted to say.
That's what I forgot.

What is lost,
what's to come,
no need to mourn.
What had
but concealed,
we should mourn.

Freedom is our mother and Peace to her child.