N. Lygeros
Translated from Greek by Vicky Baklessi
The chessboard had grown with centuries
Its range touched not only the Mediseas
but also the Mediterranean.
The infinite blue had taken on meaning.
And it was no longer the sky.
After the cupola, the baptism.
The innovation had touched the thousand years.
Yet it now was again in danger.
And there should be a new struggle.
Everyone thought that it was instantaneous.
Only Peter and the Master understood.
Without realizing it they had arrived.
Change of phase.
Mental shock.
The Queen’s flank had been developed.
And no one had predicted the continuation.
Now it received pressure
and oppression
from the side of the
King.
The only one that
defined the speed
of Time and memory.
