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To those who think that Greece does not matter today, let me say that they could not make a bigger mistake. Today, like old Greece, is of the utmost importance for anyone looking to find himself.
Henry Miller, 1891-1980, American author
Medium enigmatic, black and white figure, leventis unwrinkled youth face favorite background black and white. Posture years the same beautiful the same young the same untouched by the touch of time. Mothers sulked they grew old they settled infants in my now color in the then...
I'm back, mother... I'm late, but I'm back. This is how I imagined this day. Coming back with joy. Running downhill. Kicking up dust on the path outside the village. Bending down to kiss the soil of our village. Drinking my coffee under our lemon tree. I didn't find you, mother...
I was very pleased to learn of the results of the Literary Competition of the Zakynthos Cultural Center of Athens "Dionysios Romas". My poem entitled: "100 Years of Asia Minor" won the SILVER PRIZE in the Poetry category....
Don't sleep tonight, the night seems strange, miracles are happening, earthly shivers are girding you. You see the heavens have opened, the anguish is intensifying, the Divine Drama is culminating, the human one, no one knows. It acrobats, it balances its frayed thread...
"Behold, the Bridegroom comes in the middle of the night..." People, hurry up. Cease injustices. Put away evils. Immediately abandon hatred and jealousy. Put on the Mantle of Love and light oil in your lamp with a desire for exaltation. Behold, the Bridegroom comes with his...
A haunted ship no one had ever approached. Stranded on the sand for half a century. It was my misfortune to discover the treasure. In the third locker on the bridge I found your words, Nikos. In a notebook soaked in pus. Rusty, but alive...
There are stories that are not written to move. They are written because they need to be told. So that no one is left alone to struggle without support.. Ariadne Neophytou is five years old from Limassol. A child with enormous reserves of strength and silent stubbornness. The...
They called her Eleni. And then Cleo. And then Garifalia. And then Konstantina, Anna, Caroline, Nicoletta — a list without end. Each name – a life that was cut short. Unexpectedly. Unjustly. On the Rocks. In the Sea. In the Glass House. With a knife. With a stick. With a gun or...
I am writing on behalf of the family of 4-year-old Cypriot little girl Ariadne Neophytou, who was diagnosed with the very rare MOGHE syndrome (Mild Malformation of Cortical Development with Oligodendroglial Hyperplasia and Epilepsy), which causes multiple,...
In Syntagma Square, Time stands unruffled, its gaze a piece of frozen marble. A father looks him straight in the eye. He is not hungry, not thirsty, he seeks to drink the bitter cup of truth. A father with a photograph — a holy Gospel in his hand — all that is left of the child...
I relieve myself... Economically, inexpensively. With European standards. With renewable sources to the maximum. Friendly, clean, harmless. I fully utilize all living and abiotic factors. Water- life-giving, therapeutic. Regenerates. Nourishes the body. Sun- the absolute...
I'm waiting for them... I'm waiting for them again this year, the sirens on July 15 and 20! I can't wait... I hope they're louder, more terrifying, more ferocious! They'll be much more intense and last much longer. They won't stop at 30 seconds, not even at...
Your heavy eyes, mother, do not look at all, For these things that are happening are all against all right. Stay in my arms and tighten your heart. Explosions are fighting all around, killing your children. Your heavy eyes, mother, do not look at your ears, In pain, pain...
His chest is bare and orphaned by awards and jingling medals. He has never ascended to a victorious pedestal. Praise is a word unknown to his ears. He does not possess celebrations and banquets. The thanks of distinctions on paper are empty and meaningless. Daily in survival...
My eyelids are heavy with nostalgia. My thoughts seek you again. My senses throb with associations from deep within. The gurgling of the water, carefree and joyful, whispers comforting words in my ears. The dew of the foliage is my hope for survival. The orange groves are deep green...
Rich in content and subject matter, deeply meaningful, it illuminates the spirit of Greeks everywhere. Every time I read it, I am moved and bow down not only for its exceptional quality and its remarkable collaborators, but also because it keeps the Greek language alive...
I will take a climb, to find the paths, those that turned my country into pieces. I will search around to find reasons for the sacrifice since patriotism here is equal to hypocrisy. I expected to find Cyprus united, Levantine, heroic as if it were learned. I searched for the steps...
I'm hungry...I'm so hungry that I bite my lips and they bleed.... I'm so hungry that my palms have marks from my nails, from my clenched little fists...I'm hungry and I feel like screaming so loud that it will sound like the howl of a wild animal...In her silence...
For three days I've been trying to compose a word to wish eternal memory and to write. To send a message to innocent angels that others have decided will be the final titles. But my mouth tightens, my eyes are already running for the jinn, the poor little ones who...
I have no words to say to you... except to bow to the strength and greatness of your soul... We are with you in this injustice, in this unpunished crime.... Parents of Tempi, hold on tight... As a small token of my support, a post of mine with a...
Medium enigmatic, black and white figure, levantine unwrinkled youth face favorite black and white background. Full-bodied years, the same beautiful, the same young, the same untouched by the touch of time. Mothers sweated, grew old, adopted babies in my current color in...
The eyelids are nostalgically heavy My thought seeks you again. Deep senses pulsate associatively. The purr of the water, carefree happy, whispers comforting words in the ears. The dew of the foliage, the hope of my survival. Deep green are...