Mens agitat molem - Θάλαττα, θάλαττα

[ molem Mens agitat ]

« Thalatta! Thalatta! All hail to thee, thou eternal sea! All hail to thee ten thousand times From my jubilant heart, As once thou wast hailed By ten thousand Grecian hearts. Misfortune-combating, homeward-yearning, World-renowned Grecian hearts.» [Heinrich Heine – Senofonte] 

I am like the wind.

I try to be. No, don’t cry, please

I don’t scream

I just look at my body in flames;

while I play the harp..

I am a suicide from the collective judging

I died and killed

for my self-judgment.

I do not want masters

……………………………….. domine non sum dignus

only

my dirty

blood

craving

of despair

the need for truth

                                                   the ἀλήθεια

Ξίφος τιτρώσκει σῶμα, τὸν δὲ νοῦν λόγος.

I am my own death.

Always

under control.

 I could not bear the inability to escape,

just by myself…

– The worst slave traders –

and I accepted their will!

But as the wind

the breeze that I would become

would be a beneficium

like in the clear

hot nights,

overseas, the summer

I’d like to bring

                                                                          Mens agitat molem

I am the creolization

between the air and the water

I’m the wind

that sweeps the storm

and collects it

in the gutters,

hidden,

suddenly  the mountain

becomes even bigger.

Pier Paolo Piscopo