Και τούτο ακόμη· να ξεχωρίσεις
μια στιγμή ζωής, να ξεχωρίσεις
τον άνεμο που κλονίζει τα τριαντάφυλλα
και τα τριαντάφυλλα, στο μικρό περιβόλι
σε μια φούχτα γης-
και τούτο το προσπάθησα, θα 'λεγα
όχι καθόλου σαν είδος στοχασμού 
αλλά σαν είδος ανάσας
δικής μου, δική σας, 
ή καλύτερα σαν είδος μιας φωνής·
άνεμος η φωνή και διαβαίνει...

ΓΙΩΡΓΟΣ ΣΕΦΕΡΗΣ - ΓΥΜΝΟΠΑΙΔΙΑ, Υ.Γ. (1945)

This Mortal Coil – Another Day

The kettle’s on, the sun has gone, another day
She offers me, Tibetan tea, on a flower tray
She’s at the door, she want’s to score, she really needs to say:
“I loved you a long time ago, you know
Where the winds of forget-me-nots blow, oh
But I just couldn’t let myself go
Not knowing what on earth, there was to know
But I wish that I had, ’cause I’m feeling so sad
That I never had one of your children.”
From across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and waned

The night is young, why are we so hung-up, in each others chains
I must take her, and I must make her, while the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my wings under her sighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first born, lash of dawn
Oh really my dear, I can’t see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves, in-between us
We meet at the door, we can’t say more, than just another day
And without a sound, I turn around, and I walk away