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This summer<\/em><\/h4>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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This summer<\/em>
I want the gold of the sun<\/em>
to burn inside my palms<\/em>
melted like an old vow<\/em>
To breathe in the pine needles in your body<\/em>
as it was<\/em>
when the moon was rolling in the moss<\/em>
fragments of a life washed away by the wave<\/em>
And holding all my paths in my arms to reach<\/em>
where the dream ends<\/em>
where the knowledge begins.<\/em><\/p>\n

This summer I want to become a enormous Word<\/em>
like a road that reaches the stars<\/em>
and shines<\/em>
a word with three syllables or even four<\/em>
to contain all the others - like sea or I come!<\/em>
As I shine<\/em>
Summer leaves and takes me with it<\/em>
who knows where..,<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

For the summer of the corona virus, 2020<\/strong><\/em>
\u00a0Posted on facebook, August\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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2021 rising<\/h2>\n
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History doesn't teach
\u03ba\u03b1\u03b9 \u03bf\u03cd\u03c4\u03b5 \u03c4\u03b1 \u03bb\u03ac\u03b8\u03b7 \u03c4\u03b7\u03c2 \u0399\u03b1\u03c3\u03c4\u03bf\u03c1\u03af\u03b1\u03c2\u201d
only consciousness can teach<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

To carry all the blood the cry the mourning
and with footsteps of time
from Ipsilanti and Androutsos and the anonymous
So that they kneel before you those
who loved you deeply
who betrayed you
who glorified you while you were tortured
So you can stand upright ageless and sullen
your youth renovated like an eagle's by
the oaths of the dead<\/p>\n

And the Great Day blossoming with Jasmine
Basil and marjoram from Despo's garden<\/p>\n

And Time upright beside you
to salute your march from the deep
darkness of slavery
And Papaflessa's charge like raging
wind to bring the cry of the Mother
carrying her newborn dead still on her nipple
and the wailing, Oh, the wailing of the eagles<\/p>\n

Bring all these and silence so much silence
so they can be heard!
Because we've had enough of festivities.<\/p>\n

And don't ask, Oh, don't ask about the brave ones
those who sacrificed their life
And those who were stabbed on the back<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Only the oaths remember
- so they can feel pain, Oh, to feel the pain!
And after, embrace them with affection
speak to them again of love and oaths
that have no price
they will understand.<\/p>\n

As for the scene - bring the nights
with those standing guard in the alleys
children laying dead in the backstreets
Bring some of your rivers
with their waters risen against oblivion
to quench the thirst of the hunted
Bring the galloping from the horsemen
the moment they charged like freedom
so that the sound will be alive
for this Holy Day that rises.<\/p>\n

Bring the sleepless Souls
with the blood on their hands still alive - never
will the blood of the martyr die
Bring some visions that were never realised
dreams that became darkness and wound
and with all your memories in your arms
with those abandoned expectations
And with Kapodistrias holding the sign - blood
flowing between his bitter eyes:
\"Hellas: 2021!\"<\/p>\n

And don't ask, oh, don't ask - who
let the blood flow
you must remember Marina
Only remember.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Written for the Hellenic authors' society collective theme: \"Wishes for 2021\"
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Hear me...<\/h2>\n\n\n
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And not having earth to stand<\/strong><\/em>
I become a poem<\/strong><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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You said you do not want to be a Number<\/em>
You do not want to be just the spirit<\/em>
But the \"hidden harmony\"<\/em>
the nameless becoming of the world<\/em>
that purifies with pain<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And when you determined the commands of chaos<\/em>
and defined the Justice<\/em>
awake for thousands of years in the heart of darkness<\/em>
\u03b3\u03b9\u03b1 \u03bd\u03b1 \u03c0\u03bf\u03b9\u03ae\u03c3\u03b5\u03b9\u03c2 \u03c4\u03bf \u03a6\u03c9\u03c2 \u03ba\u03b1\u03b9 \u03c4\u03b7\u03bd \u2018\u03a9\u03c1\u03b1 \u03c4\u03b7\u03bd \u03a0\u03c1\u03ce\u03c4\u03b7<\/em>
you said, you exist now<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I exist<\/em>
a drop of life from your blood - the one<\/em>
you called blood of sacrifice<\/em>
blood or spring water from the first intangible hour<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0393\u03b9\u2019 \u03b1\u03c5\u03c4\u03cc, \u03ac\u03ba\u03bf\u03c5\u03c3\u03ad \u03bc\u03b5<\/em>
I am the drop of water I the one who is initiated<\/em>
to the raw memories of my path<\/em>
watery passages inside me<\/em>
From the sanskrit asFu of my soul<\/em>
that carries the memory of chaos<\/em>
to my pearly Angel with the unsoiled cloth<\/em>
that turned memory into awakening   <\/em>
and fought with The Dark One<\/em>
fought in the asphodel dank and mouldy fields of Homer<\/em>
To defeat him with his music<\/em>
Music will abolish the untrodden, he said<\/em>
To defeat him with the intangible light<\/em>
Memory is awakening, he cried<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"And I will shine on the dead!\"<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hear me,<\/em>
I am the drop of water - water or blood<\/em>
that contains all the rivers and the tides of creation<\/em>
memories from the genesis of the world<\/em>
And even if I wander now<\/em>
even if I wander now, like a field in despair<\/em>
I wander<\/em>
by your command<\/em>
in the miasma you sent<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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I wander now with my hands tied behind my back<\/em>
and my face scorched from your lightning<\/em>
I wander now, I wander<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slept so deeply during my time on earth<\/em>
that I forgot you<\/em>
Your bright command was so heavy<\/em>
that I forgot<\/em>
But only a moment of purity is enough<\/em>
to make all tears bloom<\/em>
to vindicate time<\/em>
to vindicate me<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

to find my old peaceful sky<\/em>
\u0386\u03ba\u03bf\u03c5\u03c3\u03b5  \u03bc\u03b5,<\/em>
Whatever you wanted to tell me<\/em>
\u03c4\u03bf \u2018\u03bd\u03b9\u03c9\u03c3\u03b1 \u03bc\u03b5 \u03c4\u03bf \u03ac\u03b3\u03c1\u03b9\u03bf \u03c0\u03ad\u03c1\u03b1\u03c3\u03bc\u03b1 \u03c3\u03bf\u03c5<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This hour that the tides change<\/em>
and the whole world as a wild animal in a trap<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is the hour when The Dark One walks<\/em>
in thousands of roads - spreading death<\/em>
And the fear solid and inaccessible<\/em>
inside the houses<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

My voice as a voice of multitude of waters from the years of Job<\/em>
\"I cry to you<\/em>
and you don't respond<\/em>
Hear me, I beg of you, he said<\/em>
why do you sleep?\"<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A trivial speck of intellect<\/em>
inside a bulk of silence<\/em>
\u03bc\u2019 \u03ad\u03bd\u03b1 \u03ba\u03b5\u03c1\u03af \u03bc\u03cc\u03bd\u03bf \u03c3\u03c4\u03bf \u03c7\u03ad\u03c1\u03b9<\/em>
lit<\/em>
to shine on the endless night<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hear me,<\/em>
on her shoulder mother lifted Hades<\/em>
as if she called her son back from the dead<\/em>
and became the seven string lyre of Orpheus<\/em>
to determine the commands of chaos anew<\/em>
to reach the intangible secret of darkness<\/em>
that obscures your Light.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Listen, finally, hear me<\/em>
I pray upon the wounds you have inflicted on me<\/em>
And I know that they are<\/em>
my way to You.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u0393\u03c1\u03ac\u03c6\u03c4\u03b7\u03ba\u03b5 \u03c4\u03bf\u03bd \u039c\u03ac\u03c1\u03c4\u03b9\u03bf \u03c4\u03bf\u03c5 2020, \u03c3\u03c4\u03b9\u03c2 \u03bc\u03ad\u03c1\u03b5\u03c2 \u03c4\u03bf\u03c5 \u03ba\u03bf\u03c1\u03c9\u03bd\u03b1\u03ca\u03bf\u03cd <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The poet writes history<\/h1>\n<\/header>\n
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Nobody knew his heart<\/em>
For two centuries it cries inside the stone<\/em>
and upon it Time carves the story of the world<\/em>
the letters fading<\/em>
getting angrier<\/em>
And in the nights of desolate moonlight<\/em>
comes the Rider<\/em>
his eyes gusts of wind<\/em><\/p>\n

\u03ad\u03c1\u03c7\u03b5\u03c4\u03b1\u03b9 \u03bc\u2019 \u03ad\u03bd\u03b1 \u03ba\u03bf\u03bd\u03c4\u03cd\u03bb\u03b9 \u03c3\u03c4\u03bf \u03c7\u03ad\u03c1\u03b9<\/em>
to write the poem he could not complete<\/em>
but the blood is fresh<\/em><\/p>\n

Where are you Sons of Roumeli?<\/em>
Did you also name Freedom your hotels?<\/em><\/p>\n

I want to reach the glade<\/em>
to walk with you<\/em>
where the Memory is still sacred<\/em>
iluminating forests and mountains at nights<\/em>
When the dead walk alone<\/em>
standing godforsaken clutching their silver<\/em>
because their weapons are sleeping in the museums<\/em>
and wisper words of a freedom<\/em>
that has faded over time.<\/em><\/p>\nread more<\/span>

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I cannot bare this History<\/em>
with the shameful coin in hand<\/em>
I cannot bare History written with coin<\/em>
I am the Poet<\/em>
I gave my heart to the Idea<\/em>
and heart is what I seek<\/em><\/p>\n

Where are you brothers in arms of Roumeli and Morias<\/em>
I want to walk with you<\/em>
to the highest peaks<\/em>
for the whole world to witness<\/em>
that the Souls grew taller with time<\/em>
that they are not dead damn it<\/em>
we never died<\/em>
And maybe it is time we rewrite History<\/em>
\u03b1\u03c0\u2019 \u03c4\u03b7\u03bd \u03b1\u03c1\u03c7\u03ae.<\/em><\/p>\n

And so the Poet alone<\/em>
with his bare hand against the times<\/em>
is the truth outside of History<\/em>
where only the Souls are vigilant<\/em>
Proud.<\/em><\/p>\n

And if you happen to be on a moonlit night<\/em>
to the land of Roumeli<\/em>
you can hear footsteps and incoherent words<\/em>
the way that only the Poet<\/em>
the tongue of mountains and gods<\/em>
the tongue of lightning<\/em>
and of blood can speak<\/em>
of the truth left outside of mortals' time<\/em><\/p>\n

Because the Poet writes the story of the world<\/em><\/p>\n

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