[Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995] Led by my own will, I ruled ! Traces on a muddy path, I ruled ! The soul of a tree I got paroxysm, megalomania, all ended so sadly. The ictus of the last shovelful on my coffin's wooden breastbone ...won't be my d**h as a man ; as a soul ; as a king never begged mine is the beauty of the earth mine shall be the end... ...and I'm gone kiss my icy lips at last, idem still am I burn these icing flowers for the past that has gone still, it has been cried far from the heyday my star