Summer Report Excerpt

LEMONIA'S FLIP SIDE ==> IN FREE SPIRIT

Patisserie "Angela"
Koliatsou Square
Patision Avenue
Athens

Friday evening
11/9/2015

SUMMER REPORT EXCERPT

For sure, I am a tourist on this spot,
but failing not to notice what has changed,
cooked are the pros and cons in the same pot,
and mutually they seem to be avenged.

This summer was an English summer, wet,
I spoke with Edeltraud three months ago,
she called on my land line, kind of upset,
"Karen is ill", she said, I felt her owe.

I spoke with Karen too, she sounded fine,
we talked about those years in the blue,
I said, "I'll call you back" and went off line,
Karen will live, like every person true.

*****

The rain coming strong, the daily cares,
Max visiting, designing a web page,
(we called it "Helicon", for sexy mares,
devoted to the muses out of range).

Music and verse for muses that are gone,
I've got enough material to upload,
I called her once or twice on the phone,
it is hard work, not knowing her abode.

The line did not reply, I gave up,
so, back to work, uploading my old stuff,
I hope they are both well, despite this crap,
I will not call again, I've had enough.

"What's special then about her?" I thought,
this Edeltraud is just another muse,
I'm used with her to have and to have not,
I wish I had some news, but there's no use.

So, back to fucking work, forget myself,
I have a woman's love for all my life,
and every muse and sexy little elf,
could never be compared with my fair wife.

*****

I'm getting used to England once again,
this country always was a friendly place,
I came to hate it in that "there and then",
which thoughtlessly distorted my true face.

Throughout my dark days and my despair,
I took an oath in panoramic ken,
to clean my soul, my ego to repair,
and then come back and be a friend again.

Like water runs the past under the bridge,
the time is due to take a holiday,
my heart no more in strife under a siege,
my soul craves for the blue of Avra Bay.

*****

I watch across the road, that creperie,
shimmering "fatal" name, that "Framboise"?
(Marin Marais, thanks for the "Sonnerie"),
I watch the joint without any buzz.

refrain
Thanks for the "Sonnerie", my dear Marin,
I never learnt to play on the da gamba,
now that I am friends with green again,
I may even learn to dance the samba,
(or even joint the gang of Ali Baba).

The memories still there, so fucking what?
like all my thoughts in any place they fit,
my heart still open, but for you is shut,
tomorrow I will sail again for Crete.