In waiting for the good News
In my anguish,
licked finger
seeking wind directions
left messages to the moon
prowling its full
You already know.
In miraculous teacups
I poured some leaves and oil.
To my appeals
They played cowries, cards;
tried hard
to understand horoscopes,
even the one my best,
that does my daughter did.
I heard stars, tried to understand them,
listened to the murmur of the sea,
You already know.
I received messages
in which Saints
promised miracles
If I resend them;
I resent and… Nothing!
Nothing, I just trust Delphi.
From him, I know, the answer will come.
At the foot of my Parnassus
not in Phytos,
and yes on the table,
I enter the temple
every morning
and I click on Pitonisa.
I wait for that effluvium
Of light pneumas, sweets,
open mysterious signs.
I hear sounds that I think
be it from the Fountain: plim, tlim…
And behold, Themis, intoxicated,
Opens a prediction for me.
Somewhat misty
they were the first.
More auspicious every day
were nurturing hope,
forcing me to visit
tomorrow and after, after…
like this for years
faithful, I consult Delphi,
in the morning, afternoon, night,
fueled by hope
which many say is fantasy.
Apollo, Sun, light of truth,
he will tell you who is right;
Themis, first pythoness,
also the goddess of justice
Justice will do me.
Tomorrow, after and after,
I will enter Delphi, click on Themis
until THE prophecy arrives
Which, after all, will save me.