{"id":7217,"date":"2020-09-28T11:13:49","date_gmt":"2020-09-28T11:13:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/marialampadaridoupothou.gr\/?page_id=7217"},"modified":"2021-06-21T15:17:08","modified_gmt":"2021-06-21T15:17:08","slug":"%ce%ba%ce%b1%ce%b9-%ce%b8%ce%ad%ce%b1-%cf%80%cf%81%ce%bf%cf%82-%cf%84%ce%bf-%ce%b1%ce%bc%ce%af%ce%bb%ce%b7%cf%84%ce%bf","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/marialampadaridoupothou.gr\/en\/%ce%ba%ce%b1%ce%b9-%ce%b8%ce%ad%ce%b1-%cf%80%cf%81%ce%bf%cf%82-%cf%84%ce%bf-%ce%b1%ce%bc%ce%af%ce%bb%ce%b7%cf%84%ce%bf\/","title":{"rendered":"View towards the Unspoken"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<h4><em>I wrote, when this poetry was published:&nbsp;<\/em><\/h4>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>This poetic collection is dedicated to the mother. To our departed mother, to the mother who stood beside us like a shadow, to the mother who sleeps in our dreams, and traverses the corridors of our souls carrying the memories of tender age.<\/p>\n<p>\"Secret poetry, mystical, poetry of the pain of the body, which aspires to abolish time and death, to touch the world so far untouched and unproven, with these words and with these chants that \"make the abyss bloom.\" Jacques Lacarri\u00e8re, from the collection's preface. <em>Mystique Passage.<\/em><\/p>\n<h4><\/h4>\n<h4><em><strong>View towards the Unspoken<\/strong><\/em><\/h4>\n<p>I chose to cut piece by piece<br \/>\nThe death that is rightfully mine<br \/>\nPiece by piece the eternity<br \/>\nSo I can send him a sign<br \/>\nI can't have these words, tell him<br \/>\ncontaining the desert<br \/>\nI prefer raw pieces of the desert<br \/>\nThat is rightfully mine<br \/>\nOne on top of the other to set up my story<br \/>\nraw scream of matter<br \/>\nTo contain, tell him<br \/>\nHis last weeping<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p><em>Midnight is ready for some time<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Light packages<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Fragile<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Full of Junes and illegible touches<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Scent of home on a winter's day<\/em><br \/>\n<em>With the angel behind the icon<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>The last movement of the hand slow<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Its last solitude as<\/em><br \/>\n<em>It is wrapped in the storm<\/em><br \/>\n<em>An unbearable touch<\/em><br \/>\n<em>As from a dead thunderbolt<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Where are you going? 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