Problems

That the star envious
laughed sarcastically
and the dead - the mass
mouferne rounds stomach.
And touvaza existence problems,
touvaza death problems.
Stealing thoughts - my
searching body for reflection,
let the black void
me faskelonei.
I was hungry and tired.
Then, digesting the bread and butter,
I saw the first - my thoughts
to come back lefteromenes.
Carefully I began trying
to solve -the pistefo-
own - my existence problems,
own - my death problems.