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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

The Greeks You Should Know 500+ individuals and organizations from around the world who keep Hellenism alive
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The Greeks You Should Know 500+ individuals and organizations from around the world who keep Hellenism alive
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Katerina Pitta
Writer
23 Articles
2+ Years
In the footsteps of writing
Katerina Pitta was born in Leontio, Corinthia on November 20, 1962. She graduated from Nemea High School. Graduated from the School of Law (Department of Political Science and Public Administration) of the University of Athens. She worked in administrative positions in the Public Sector, completing her term as Director of Foreigners and Immigration Piraeus, a position she served with passion and dedication. She is a mother of one daughter and grandmother of three daughters. He loves traveling and animals. He began writing poetry at the age of seventeen. In 1981, she published her poetry collection "Young Chatter". Her poems have been published in the anthology "Red love" Ostria publications, in the 70th and 71st volumes of the "Philological Spring" 2021 and 2022, while her Haikus have qualified and are included in the volume: "Spring haikus", Anemologio publications . Her poems are included in the new Collected Anthology "Tou erotas to karoni - Arten sanapantimata", Ostria publications, in the love poetry anthology "Ah erota", Vergina publications, as well as on poetry and literature websites.

My Articles

Tears of centuries!

Tears of centuries!

Holding sun flakes in her thin hands, the day walks with pretense in her mouth and I hold a drink of love in my fists, to kiss my remaining summers. A child who tramps the streets of the moon, in her eyes the tears of centuries have pooled, the...

Unlearnable

Unlearnable

Under the murmur of the Pleiades and the flicker of the waning moon, I stumble upon chatty egos, friendly shadows, indifferent to dead-end courtyards, walls, silences, speechless gazes. I leave two bare chests, the chrysanthemum-studded lapel of October, and I unlock it with a grin...

Hymn to Libido!

Hymn to Libido!

In the hunt for the other whole, with blond curls, Libido, your thighs the light of a fiery sun, white breasts, galloping hooves! Sunflower eyes - whips - abolish the perishable, the earthly. Dopamine's liquid satiety and the flesh's holy justification, enchanted by its vortex...

TOUCH! – GOD IS SMALL!

TOUCH! – GOD IS SMALL!

TOUCH! A lifelong worshipper of love. A lover of vertigo. Trapped eternally in the allure of your mind, Of all my paths, that paradise of mine, Of your sternum, of your clavicle, the lobe of your ear. Barely half a step, before I touch God! LITTLE GOD! In a...

GREECE!

GREECE!

Star-bathed, daughter of Orsis, mistress of the sea and the sun, lacy bow of the Mediterranean, praised mistress of stone! Womb of philosophy and science, born from the moon's estrus, the sprout of the vine and the olive, fermented in the vessel of the zephyr. Of the Virgin Mary...

WITH DESERVES

WITH DESERVES

You have made me worthy, Lord! Right to stand at the Beautiful Gate of the world, to commune with Love! You have made me worthy, Lord, to tremble, feeling the lily-veined sole of Poetry! Allow me, Lord, when I depart, to take with me: a handful of soil from my land, a jar of Sea, a ray of...

MOTHER OF THE COUNTRY

MOTHER OF THE COUNTRY

Mother, bread of the whole earth, breath of the world, your breasts are musky, basil and mint! Mother, your hands are fields, your embrace is a vegetable garden, mother, Virgin Mary's lamp, spring's dress! Mother, lafina of the slope, the Jordan of the loom, mother, woman and couple, with a plow...

There! In my village!

There! In my village!

There, where the stone drips with lust from the little mouth, the soil is drenched with my sweat. There, where the calculation runs and rests, where I feel and touch my earth breathing. There, where I uttered my first words and there were no watches in my life! Where...

SILENCE!

SILENCE!

There are also those moments when some invisible pains, hidden behind the soft and beautiful smiles of centuries, slaughter the redeeming words. Then they slip, as it were, into the sheath of the tongue and impose silences... In those lonely moments, the screams need no mouth... They are...

I'm talking to you!

I'm talking to you!

I'm talking to you... Where you have the fortune to see the sunrise, unfading and vibrant! May it have awakened from the wild dawn! May it slip away from the arms of the sky and rush towards you, having swallowed sip by sip - once again - the death that is yours. And instead of...

NHNEMIA

NHNEMIA

What am I looking for here? In the explosion of this dystopia? So many self-anointed virtuous people around... Circulating with branches and palms, above all suspicion, with the air of a hundred cardinals! Dressed in the guise of flattery, in the chaos of a constant ambivalence, they serve masters...

Ignition!

Ignition!

Lips, of agate of fire. A wet shiver, incandescent. In the virgin moon's cup, two drops of drunken eyes. A voracious mouth, hungry, craves the stem of your neck, the foam. Breasts, jasmine pomegranates all over. The touch of your body's veins is quenched. In anticipation...

Oh! My country...

Oh! My country...

Oh! My proud country, how have you been? Your dresses are torn, your shoes are patched, your half-dresses are cheap, your teeth are fallen out... Your silverware is stolen and your apron is empty, you are spit in the face, the children themselves...

There! In my village!

There! In my village!

There, where the stone drips with lust from the little mouth, the soil is drenched with my sweat. There, where the calculation runs and rests, where I feel and touch my earth breathing. There, where I uttered my first words and there were no watches in my life! Where...

HERE!

HERE!

Here, among the indigo-looking houses, where they gaze at the sea, it is the Light that taught the alphabet! God filled this sea, with all the blue of the sapphire and the color of the sky! Here, he kneels the universe! Here, where you'll never know what they're whispering...

THERE'S ALSO POETRY!

THERE'S ALSO POETRY!

Happily, there is Poetry to moon the nights, to lighten the sunrises! Let cheerful light pour forth, from the gates of Eden, and bathe the luscious universe! With love, the elixir of love heals, in the marrow to flow! Happily, there is Poetry to read something and God...

For Irini Pappa!

For Irini Pappa!

Form austere, ancient! Caryatid, Doric cut. Handsome incomparable! Spirit free! Clear look, shiny eyelids! Ebony hair. Priestess of art, bright. Deep, expressive voice. Icon of civilization and Greece wherever the earth! They stood by you, "People, people", so many...

HELLAS!

HELLAS!

Star-washed, daughter of Orseides, mistress of the sea and the sun, lace bow of the Mediterranean, princess of the stone praised! The womb of philosophy and science, born from the moon's estrus, the sprout of the vine and the olive tree, the vessel fermented in the zephyr. Her...

The suitors!

The suitors!

Years ago, the suitors gathered again! You saw them... You welcomed them after plagues! You put up with them! Where are so many suitors found, you ask? Disgusting and tiny figures! Corruptors, exterminators, genocidals, looters... They were abused, plundered,...

Falsification!

Falsification!

Tons of ink we spilled, we drowned in the verse, we indulged enough in the concept of lack, filling the wall with everyone's praises! And after we named all the poets, we cursed our beards, we nothings, we conquered the universe, we felt like masters!...

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