THESEUS

White sails lie in a case. The stars of Ariadne’s crown born
yesterday illuminate the inconsolable road home.
My happy sojourners continuously prattle about victory.
Everything linked with you has remained on that side of the sea.
Right now, listening to the broken line of the rhythm
of the waves of the element, from the salt of which
                                                               the color of hair changes,
I think the one from the labyrinth was not the monster,
but the one I dreamt of during our night on Naxos. 

THESEUS