My mother's sucking
He didn't just give milk...
He also gave Freedom
with big dreams!
He gave me as an inheritance
ancient history,
how the Homeland and Honor
They have a common Worship!
What do they hold from Olympus,
what from Psiloritis,
or Paphos with Kefalonia,
from Gjirokastra,
Xanthi or Megisti!...
If he is abroad
the mind always turns
Beyond, on that stony land,
to Karaiskakis the wound!
He remembers -and weeps-
the stories that Grandpa told
he said in front of the fireplace
roasting chestnuts hot,
for Alexander, Themistocles,
for Salmon or Farmaki!...
And Vavo, she knitted hunched over
shirt and cloak,
that her son is in the mountains
for the sweet Homeland!
Together with others,
writes History
that Greece is ahead!
He's retracing Troy!...
And if he stayed in another land,
his gaze is piercing
like Odysseus, a traveler,
passing Armenian...
It measures the wrath of scorched earth,
Homelands of the fog…
Homelands of bitter dreams
(water glyphosate, homelessness)
on a lazy Tuesday...
It looks North and East.
with a blurred gaze...
In one hand the sword,
his other hand raised,
beckons and invites again
the alienated one
not to forget, but to remember
how those wild mountains
they gave birth to Freedom,
Aristotle, Apelles
and Androutsos, beyond the
Gravia!...
Don't forget Athens,
the passing Penelope
her years in the weft!
To worship the Virgin Mary
and always in the candlelight
to have oil!...
To study the Saints
and let out a roar
to every stranger who laughs...
"These -so to speak- are no longer
they pass!
and everything, with years, with times,
It will be ours again!..."
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