We were all together
Unfolding tirelessly our hours
We were singing in a low voice
Of the days that were to come
Charged with multicoloured visions
Charis was singing
We kept quiet
His voice sparked small fires
Thousands of small fires that set our
youth in flames
Night and day he played hide and seek
With Death
In every corner every back street
He longed
Forgetting his own body
To offer a Spring to the others
We were all together
But you could say
That he was all of us.

Words that we heard every day
No one had seen him
It was in the dusk
He must have had his fists tight as usual
In his eyes was unfadingly engraved
The joy of our new life
But all that was simple
And time is short ...
One doesn't manage to ...
We are not all together any longer
Two or three have emigrated
Another has retired far away
With an equivocal attitude
And Charis was killed
The ones have left and others came
The streets are full
An uncontrollable crowd pours out
Banners are being waved again
The wind whips the banners
Songs float in the abysm
If among the voices
That pierce inexorably the walls by night
You distinguish one, it's his
It sparks small fires
Thousands of small fires
That set our untamed youth in flames
It is his voice
That buzzes round the crowd like a sun
That embraces the universe like a sun
That strikes at despair like a sun
That reveals to us like a sun
Radiant cities
Stretching before us bathed
In truth and fair light.