"Παραφορες ψυχες" Γιαννης Μαυροματιδης

Δυο παραφορες ψυχες ειμαστε,δυο διψασμενα σωματα
που καταληγουν καθε βραδυ στην ιδια κολαση
Καθε φορα πιο λειψοι,καθε φορα πιο κοντα στον λυτρωτικο θανατο...

"Δες..."Γιαννης Μαυροματιδης

Δες ποσο αρμονικα εφαπτονται τα σωματα μας
Δες πως ταιριαζουν τα "θελω" μου με τις δικες σου επιθυμιες
Δες πως εκει που τελειωνεις εσυ,αρχιζω εγω κι εκει που τελειωνω εγω,αρχιζεις εσυ...

"Σκοτεινη αντανακλαση" Γιαννης Μαυροματιδης

Μια καταμαυρη,ζοφερη σκια ειμαι
κι αυτη ειναι η σκοτεινη αντανακλαση μου.
Οπως την νιωθεις,οπως την βλεπεις
κι οπως την ονειρευεσαι εσυ...

"Nocturne" Cesare Pavese

The hill is like night against the clear sky.
Your head framed against it, barely moving,
and moving with the sky. You are like a cloud
seen between branches. In your eyes the laughter
and strangeness of a sky that is not yours.
The hill of earth and leaves halts
your bright gaze with its dark mass,
your mouth has the curve of a gentle hollow
between distant slopes. You seem to play
with the great hill and the clearness of the sky:
to please me you echo the ancient background
and make it purer.
But you live elsewhere.
Your gentle blood came from elsewhere.
The words you say have no meeting-point
with the rugged sadness of this sky.
You are only a white and sweetly gentle cloud
entangled one night among ancient branches.

"Cecilia's Dream" Carlo Goldoni

I dreamed that in a garden I reposed,
Beside a fount fed by a mountain stream
Precipitous; where the waves' murmuring flow
And music of sweet birds my heart entranced
'Twixt joy and grief. Then to the air, methought,
And to the woods, I uttered my complaint;
Reproached my cold heart with its long disdain,
And called on Heaven to sway my lover's heart
To reconcilement, and to soothe mine own
To kindness,— when amid the laurel bowers,—
O, blissful chance!—sudden my love appeared
And fell before my feet." Forgive," he cried,
"The transport of mine anger, in the hour
Thou bad'st me wait upon the midnight air;
And, for the future, cheerfully I'll brave
The scorching sunbeams or the evening dews,
Or linger the lone night beneath these walls;—
Thy day be mine, or clouded or serene.
Ah ! then, relent, and let my heart have rest!"
At these sweet words, how shall I tell my joy?
I called him to my side. He rose, approached,
And trembling seized the hand I proffered him,
A pledge of reconciled love; and, ah!
So fervent kissed it, that my very heart
Leaped in my bosom; then full many a sigh
He breathed, with sweet regards and fond caress.