Motto:
“Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,
Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature…” (Sappho)
I’m walking among the Minoan sands
and my body screams with loneliness and desire,
I look at the sun,
who seems like an immense orange
slowly pushed into the glassy weaves by God,
and this serenity and solitude
make me think that I am a lost Eva in search of her Adam.
But here is Greece, where myths are more alive than anything else,
so come to me Perfection created by the gods,
with looks like Adonis’s and talent like Orpheus’s,
who can instantly melt my inertness through his kisses.
Take your lyre and play a song,
for I will dance only for you
like those maidens in the moonlight,
for I am aware of my charms and beauty
as they were of their sensuality.
Hold me tight, cover me with your curly locks and work your magic:
initiate me in this antique art of love,
which I feared and longed for so long.
Let’s play this insane game till dawn,
like Eros and Psyche;
but when the sun will touch our bodies stained with sand,
you will not disappear like the God of Love,
because there’s only the two of us on this primeval planet.
After our morning kiss, I would murmur low:
“Where have you been till now?
It seems a lifetime has passed until you came.”
by Alina Andreea Cătărău
