Two little angels
came and stole the golden rag
Nefeli used to wear on her head,
so as to differ from us all in the vineyard.
Two little angels
who were dreaming of Nefeli and wanted
to feed her pomegranate and honey,
so that she could not remember,
so that she would forget what she wanted,
they managed to seduce her.
Hyacinths and lilies
robbed her of her scent and wear it
while flying love gods laugh at her,
throwing their arrows towards her.
But the benevolent Zeus
takes the adolescence water away from her,
turns her into a cloud and disperses her
so that they could not find her.
Haris Alexiou-To tango tis Nefelis
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