<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The poor man in court</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The observers foresee that<br> at least once in my life<br> I will find Justice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> What kind of face will my Justice have..! <br> How old will it be..! <br> Its wallet...will it be empty or full..? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> I am certain<br> that the words for my protection <br> will be borrowed from extinct languages<br> because for the moment<br> there is no intelligible dictionary<br> to protect me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> So as you can see<br> my justice will be very old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The experts who will encounter on the road to their<br> professional advancement as if it were a corpse<br> will be shaken seeing it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> They will dare look at only the skull<br> covered will the inscriptions of a life that was lost<br> where it is said clearly and without self-deception<br> that along with people the Sun also falled<br> to shine with that light<br> that was not worth ceding to mortals...<br> that the Bygone Chaos of grand depictions<br> and who knows what wisdom of tangible Gods<br> would have been given to the figures of the World. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> But as for the remainder <br> the chest..the joints...the spine<br> from the moment they heard the black tidings<br> that the Gods of Justice have never been tangible<br> and driven to despair by the vanity of the World<br> kept in operation<br> the body of Hell...there amid the chasms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> In all that concerns expectations...<br> Dreams....<br> Sensitivities...<br> and other Greek virtues<br> most probably...<br> through a lonely hopeless wandering<br> all will then be within us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The lawyers however don't really care<br> about the Greek Virtues<br> and the Truths of the Soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> They want material testimony...<br> specific...<br> tangible...<br> while this time as well I<br> appear to be very poor...<br> despte the fact my Justice is <br> as the counsels would call it...<br> .... Eternal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Translation by</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> PHILIP RAMP</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elias+Foukis">Elias Foukis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577825" data-title="The poor man in court de Elias Foukis" data-description="The observers foresee that at least once in my life I will find Justice. What kind of face will my Justice have..! How old will it be..! Its wallet...will it be empty or full..? I am certain that the words for my protection ..."></div> </div> </div>

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