Olympia

I'm  that athlete running naked

under the olympian sun 

crowned with laurels 

by a vestal virgin ...

A handful of olives ,

some wild honey and cheese,

fresh water from the god' s spring,

I'm  that wrestler whom  body 

anointed  with oil,

child of the  arid land ...

''Victory quenches  my thirst

with this cup of ruddy wine 

and  juicy fruits  !''

The sky-defying   disc 

masking the burning star

with its steel ...

The flesh of men became stone

that the harsh wind  strikes !

Resting on the rock of Olympia

I'll find the poet's word again ,

old traveler drunk 

with his proud solitude ,

muse's lyre soothes my soul .

At Olympia the god of crucified

has no place among the heroes !

Dear shadows to whom I pay homage ...

I'll be back to Olympia ,

to smell that taste of salt and sweat ...