Varathron: The king of asine

We looked all morning around the castleStarting from the shaded side,There where the seaGreen and without luster breast of a slain peacock. Received us like time without an opening in itVeins of rock dropped down from high aboveTwisted vines, naked, many branched, coming alive!!!! Hollow in the lightLike a dry jar in dug earth At the water's tough, while the eye following themStruggled to escape the tiresome rocking,Losing strength continuallyOn the sunny side a long open beachAnd the light striking diamonds on the huge walls.No living thing, the wild doves goneAnd the king of Asine, whom we've beenTrying to find for two years now,Unknown, forgotten by all, even by homer,Only one word in the Iliad and that uncertain,Thrown here like the gold burial maskYou touched it, remember it's sound?? Hollow in the lightLike a dry jar in dug earth The same sound that our oars make in the seaThe king of Asine, a void under the maskEverywhere with us, everywhere with us,Under a name: "ó :ó :"And his children statues and his desiresThe fluttering of birds, and the windIn the gaps between his thoughts,And his ships anchored in a vanished port,Under the mask... a void!!!Behind the large eyes the curved lips, the curlsCarved in relief on the gold coverOf our existence!!!! A dark spot that you see traveling like a fishIn the dawn calm of the sea.A void everywhere with usAnd the bird that flew away last winterWith a broken wing a bode of life,And the young woman who left to playWith the dogteeth of summer,And the soul that sought the lower worldSqueaking, and the country like a largePlane leaf swept a long by the torrentOf the sun with the ancient monumentsAnd the contemporary sorrow... sorrow!!! Shield bearer, the sun climbed warringAnd from the depths of the caveA startled bat, hit the lightAs an arrow hits a shield: "ó :ó :"Could that be the king of Asine. And the poet lingers, looking at the stones,And asks himself, does there really existAmong these ruined lines, edges, points,Hollows and curves, does there really existHere where one meets the path of rain,Wind and ruin, does there existThe movement of the face, shape of theTenderness!!!! Of those who've shrunk so strangelyIn our lives,Those who remained the shadow of wavesAnd thoughts with the seas boundlessness,Or perhaps no, nothing is left but the weight,The nostalgia for the weight ofA living existence!!! Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,And from the depths of the caveA startled bat, hit the lightAs an arrow hits a shield:"ó :ó :"Could that be the king of Asine!!!! There where we now remain unsubstantialBending like the branches of aTerrible willow tree heaped inPermanent despairWhile the yellow current slowlyCarries down rushes up rootedIn the mud image of a form thatThe sentence to everlasting bitternessHas turned to marble the poet a void!!! Behind the large eyes the curved lipsThe curls, carved in relief on theCold cover of our existence!!!A dark spot that you seeTraveling like a fishIn the dawn calm of the sea.A void everywhere with usAnd the bird that flew away last winterWith a broken wing abode of life. We've been searching for so carefullyOn this acropolisSometimes toughing with our fingersHis touch upon the stones. The king of Asine, a void under the maskEverywhere with us, everywhere with us,Under a name:"ó :ó :"And his children statues andHis desires the flutteringOf birds!!! Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,And from the depths of the cave,A startled bat, hit the lightAs an arrow hits a shield:"ó :ó :"Gould that be the king of Asine!!!King of Asine, king of Asine!!!