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από Θοδωρή Κεφαλόπουλο (Trithemius)
The Fading Man (memento mori)
A warm sunset was what I sought,
So, I rested my eyes over a distant, purple vault.
I see enameled dreams pass me by,
Seeking for shelter and a horizon to fly.
Oh, this truly is a vision for the Gods,
Who know for certain the enchantments of the flowered lands.
Driven to a place where daffodils live and lilies die,
I talked to a dream and learned to fly;
Ethereal matter now becomes my realm,
A place to sleep, a place to lean.
Over the thoughts that sought the wish well,
I seized my spirit and made it dwell.
And now lost in that mauve noon,
I talk of dreams to the crescent moon.
In the end, my prison of flesh is left behind,
And I fly to dreams that caress my mind.
Evening comes now and I must fade and go,
There where the tides ebb and flow…
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