OK, I was away for a month and I just started scrolling my feed to take a look of what's going on around here. At first everything looked normal, just I was remembering it. And then bang!
Miltos Sachtouris is a beloved poet but absolutely unpopular in his own country! Imagine my surprise (and joy) to see his name and his poem here, posted from a girl on the other side of the world! What a wonderful surprise :)

Allow me to write down the original Greek version too, for those that can read Greek but have never heard of him (about 98% of my country's population).

Τι γυρεύει το κορίτσι
στο σκοτάδι τής καρέκλας;
γρήγορα
καθώς νυχτώνει το φθινόπωρο
γδύνεται
με σύννεφα μπροστά στα μάτια
με τη βροχή μέσ᾿ στο κεφάλι
με τη βελόνα στην καρδιά
βγάζει τις κάλτσες
βγάζει τα λουλούδια
πετάει το φωτοστέφανο

έξω τα φύλλα τού καιρού
βάφονται μέσ᾿ στο αίμα

I cannot describe the joy you gave me with this post!
Thank you!

By the way your handiwork is lovely and very close to the poem's mood :)