Δεν ξέρω πολλά πράγματα από σπίτια,
θυμάμαι τη χαρά τους και τη λύπη τους,
καμιά φορά σα σταματήσω…
I don’t know much about homes
I only remind myself of their joy and their sadness,
sometimes when I stop…
home? not yet found-
and not sure whether it actually exists
this afternoon, only an appropriate goodbye to this one
which hosted me, my good and bad moments in the last three years,
my old and new friends, my ‘blue beast’, people I loved
the first part of my adult life…
goodbye? how do you say goodbye to four walls and four windows?
perhaps you don’t-
just thank you for the nights I was coming back and
whispered ‘it’s good to be back home’
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