Written by Nikos Moschovos

Gazing through the window

The change in my pocket is not enough

The little voice is heard inside me

You’re Alive!

I‘ve tried for so many years

the meaning to find.

But no one came round

The childhood years have passed

Litsa

Fofo

Theodoros

Flying on the horizon

The house with the big trees I see.

What’s happening, I wonder, in life?

Now I’m here

window gazing;

I’ am unshaven

I’ am angry.

Rain is falling on the pavement

my anger is lost.

One day

one day

I’ll shout- what’s happening here?

The key to paradise

hasn’t been found yet.

Laughs are lost on the horizon,

images far away

images well- loved

Litsa

Fofo

Theodoros

The sky will clear.

Translation by Evi Papadima- Theodorakis

©Nikos Moschovos 2026. From the poetry book by Nikos Moschovos “Gazing of Dreams – A poetic journey 1974-1991” (ISBN-13: 978-960-90172-4-4). All copyrights are reserved.