SEITANIS - STAVROU TZANI (MULTIPLE THEATER TRAGEDY)
Prayer to the Muses Calliope with your starlit face, sighed tonight because the wound does not heal and spoke to me tenderly about Assyrian ostriches and you idiotic delicacies to glycosalize me. Rolled red thread in thoughts and passions and exiled with allergens to an unknown path, σ 'αληταγάδ' fraud where Terpsichore is dancing in snow. To feel the cool wind of your lover, muse of the epic I love when I am near you. Simo's Muse of the Seventh with the golden lyre and catch the delicious purpose of sweetening a damask. Sing the sufferings of the lovers they say, for passions that burn hearts in a furnace, to revive the poor, to support the mistakes, that the thorn has entered my heart of pain. I call Melpomene like lightning to arrive and on me the weights of pain to stack. Simo was a tragic, well-sung Musa and throw in your ode with the burnt one. Give me your mask of forgetfulness of the immortal, to write with my blood pages of the spirit. To live back and forth and where time has a flame, to become soil and water, the Alpha and the Omega.