Greek News & Radio in the USA
Greek News & Radio in the USA
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
Harry had come for the holidays. As soon as the schools closed, his parents had done him a favor and brought him to his grandfather that very day. In the village he could enjoy playing, the countryside and the sea without restrictions and always with joy...
With words of fortune tellers on the lips to fight, your shadow the light of oblivion, calls me with an empty shell circle the shape of the cup inside. How are endurances tested tonight, the soul has opened up again, other journeys, I don't have you, but neither remorse nor guilt, I'm bored with living the same and the same. Elsewhere the...
You are afraid, the awakening of the world within you, you grow old, your thoughts deepen, the darkness lights up, old openings, lightly shadowed by desire, the lips half-open, the flames intoxicate you, but these gray, cloudy shoulders do not leave you. Now the twilight is rushing more, this time when they dance...
Her life was never one-pointed, one-reading, every now and then she let herself pass through the abyss, to dive into the depths with composure and remain calm, to light the candle of the soul from the candlestick of the other world and let the hand of the archangel guide her...
My old friend With voices, the years do not turn back You never asked, why the rain brings me To another sky I will not return destinies In your arms I will return tonight, without guilt And my heart's brakes are broken. My old friend You cannot bring back the...
With words of fortune tellers on my lips, fighting, your shadow, the light of oblivion, calls me with an empty shell in a circle, your form again within. How tonight the endurance is tested, the soul has opened up again, other journeys, I don't have you, but neither remorse nor guilt, I'm tired of living the same and the...
I will get lost in my little hiding place, looking at what he does not see, narrow vision, afraid, I will hide, so wonderfully foreign and unformed in the phantasmagoria of the celebration. And your kiss, indifferent too, like the cold kisses on the icons of the saints. I did not know the winter...
Winter's cold, the borders are a breath away, silence, a heavy heart, the tall chimneys smoke in the small town, in the upper square thousands of lanterns, the strays have taken over the Vlachomahala, far from the strangeness of the world at Mikroulis' inn two...
Part 2 I remember the first time I cried when I handed her the spelling test and she signed it and next to it a ten with a tone. "Why are you crying, my child? What happened to you? You haven't made a mistake. Not one, in fact, and what beautiful letters! What a grade you have...
It was autumn, several decades ago. It was raining. The damp soil had taken on the scent of pine and somewhere far away towards the forest a single patch of sky stretched out, silky, as if an angel were setting his scepters in the light. Her wedding dress was neither silk nor...
Harry had come for the holidays. As soon as the schools closed, his parents had done him a favor and brought him to his grandfather that very day. In the village he could enjoy playing, the countryside and the sea without restrictions and always with joy...
With words of fortune tellers on the lips to fight, your shadow the light of oblivion, calls me with an empty shell circle the shape of the cup inside. How are endurances tested tonight, the soul has opened up again, other journeys, I don't have you, but neither remorse nor guilt, I'm bored with living the same and the same. Elsewhere the...
You are afraid, the awakening of the world within you, you grow old, your thoughts deepen, the darkness lights up, old openings, lightly shadowed by desire, the lips half-open, the flames intoxicate you, but these gray, cloudy shoulders do not leave you. Now the twilight is rushing more, this time when they dance...
Her life was never one-pointed, one-reading, every now and then she let herself pass through the abyss, to dive into the depths with composure and remain calm, to light the candle of the soul from the candlestick of the other world and let the hand of the archangel guide her...
My old friend With voices, the years do not turn back You never asked, why the rain brings me To another sky I will not return destinies In your arms I will return tonight, without guilt And my heart's brakes are broken. My old friend You cannot bring back the...
With words of fortune tellers on my lips, fighting, your shadow, the light of oblivion, calls me with an empty shell in a circle, your form again within. How tonight the endurance is tested, the soul has opened up again, other journeys, I don't have you, but neither remorse nor guilt, I'm tired of living the same and the...
I will get lost in my little hiding place, looking at what he does not see, narrow vision, afraid, I will hide, so wonderfully foreign and unformed in the phantasmagoria of the celebration. And your kiss, indifferent too, like the cold kisses on the icons of the saints. I did not know the winter...
Winter's cold, the borders are a breath away, silence, a heavy heart, the tall chimneys smoke in the small town, in the upper square thousands of lanterns, the strays have taken over the Vlachomahala, far from the strangeness of the world at Mikroulis' inn two...
Part 2 I remember the first time I cried when I handed her the spelling test and she signed it and next to it a ten with a tone. "Why are you crying, my child? What happened to you? You haven't made a mistake. Not one, in fact, and what beautiful letters! What a grade you have...
It was autumn, several decades ago. It was raining. The damp soil had taken on the scent of pine and somewhere far away towards the forest a single patch of sky stretched out, silky, as if an angel were setting his scepters in the light. Her wedding dress was neither silk nor...