You gave me a drop of rain, to make a blue river. I'm still fighting, Lord. You gave me some fire, to make the sun. In the name of your Light, I still fight, my Lord. You gave me the mad storm, to calm it down. ...
Vangelis Zafiiratis
Vangelis Zafiiratis lives permanently in the city of Agioi Saranda.
He has been writing poetry and publishing since high school.
His books were published in Greece:
-Curly Basil, Ed. of FINIKA, Athens, 2011
- The Loneliness of the Stone, Ed. ROES, Athens, 2016
- Monotoxa, Ed. OROPEDIO, Athens, 2018.
-Agioi Saranda - Palimpsest of memory, Ed. ELIKRANON, Athens, 2020.
-Of stone and memory, Ed. FILYRA, Athens, 2021
- The crowing of the crow, Ed. ELIKRANON, Athens, 2023
His poetry collections and prose were translated and published in Bulgaria and Albania.
He translated Greek prose writers and poets into the Albanian language.
Among others, in his own translation and anthology, the anthologies of short stories were released:
-Lights in the Sea – 28 Greek Writers, Tirana, 2017.
-Bitter Almond – 19 Cypriot Writers, Tirana, 2020.
He has been writing poetry and publishing since high school.
His books were published in Greece:
-Curly Basil, Ed. of FINIKA, Athens, 2011
- The Loneliness of the Stone, Ed. ROES, Athens, 2016
- Monotoxa, Ed. OROPEDIO, Athens, 2018.
-Agioi Saranda - Palimpsest of memory, Ed. ELIKRANON, Athens, 2020.
-Of stone and memory, Ed. FILYRA, Athens, 2021
- The crowing of the crow, Ed. ELIKRANON, Athens, 2023
His poetry collections and prose were translated and published in Bulgaria and Albania.
He translated Greek prose writers and poets into the Albanian language.
Among others, in his own translation and anthology, the anthologies of short stories were released:
-Lights in the Sea – 28 Greek Writers, Tirana, 2017.
-Bitter Almond – 19 Cypriot Writers, Tirana, 2020.
My Articles
GREEN MEADOW
She did not speak... I saw her silently watching the waltz of flowers in the green meadow, the drunken poppies. Her meteor hand, towards the naked virgin daisies. She was looking away, silent... The only things that spoke, the colors on her face. ...
BERATI
God is none other than the waiting and the chronic longing, that one day you will appear in the white Tower, in the city of Pulcheria. God is none other than the happy face of the blue rain, its secret whisper on the stone roofs and in the...
IONIAN
We found ourselves on the sand, the hot children of the stone and the Ionian, watchful pilgrims and silent. She climbed the rock naked, naked and blooming, bow deadly in the sun hands. She prays... Her eyes closed, towards the deep sky...
WHITE ROSES
Two swallows are flying above the roof of the house. The mother was watering misty white roses. Above, from her black scarf, two bees were talking to Spring. photo susan-lu4esm /...
DOORS CLOSED
The courtyards are grassed. Doors closed, bolted, where only Charontis draselki, Virtue from the outsiders. photo haalkab / https://pixabay.com
VENUS OF TAURIDAS
How did you end up here, goddess of my soul, naked and beautiful in the cold city of the North? Imprisoned in the Palace of Solitude with the lustful lips of the Aegean! Tormented beauty, hedonistic light of the Mediterranean. The nights spread amorous light over the city...
MOUNTAIN LANDSCAPES
A' The one where screaming thunderbolts, is the angry wind, where it beats on the rocks and threatens the deserted, old houses - ghosts of the night that stubbornly resist. The voices that seem distant...