on Syros

I’m back on the beach, wondering why

the wine made me so dizzy

you're still at the tavern, getting high

while keeping the waiter busy.


Few drunken guys from Liverpool

kicking empty cans of beer,

an English Lady, politely cool,

detests such manners over here


There's a couple across, kissing as if

it will be forbidden soon,

just for love, they seem to live,

at least this afternoon.


Now the sun comes down for one last kiss,

nature has us enchanted

the sea, the mountains, what a bliss,

but too soon we'll take it for granted.