The swing (translation from an old publishment of 2012, originally "η κούνια")

Playing in the swing,

up and down,

up and down,

again and again.

Strong sensations,

mixed feelings,

mainly positive.

Dearest face of my half life,

don’t approach any more, 

I may faint. 

Two or three halfspoken words 

was enough to bring me tears.

Wasn’t by sadness or happiness,

simple caring. 

A weep deep enough,

coming up from the soul’s basement,

hidden for long

now appears.

And I am going back to that swing,

taking some steps back,

remembering you, 

taking some more steps back,

and again up and down to the swing,

again and again.