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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

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Sunday layout

Sunday layout

  The blue kitchen door. The big green fridge behind the blue door. The transistor on the big green refrigerator. Operation in the transistor on Sundays. The father should listen to the function from the transistor. Let the father listen in awe...

THE FOREIGN LAND

THE FOREIGN LAND

And a foreign woman came while I was sleeping, and her body was a rough, heavy, immense slab; - but don't throw it like that without sheets, she'll tell me you'll get scratched - dress a little with the water of the river, come and slide! I'll fit you in, you Minoan bull! I'll fit you ...

Laurel-crowned Athens

Laurel-crowned Athens

Dedicated to Stephen J. Fry Beautiful as any, without a flower in your hair with heroes and Romanism your children you nurtured the Republic from end to end you spread, with your incomparable myths and wisdom you captivated peoples and with your beauty, the.. .

The heliator's smile

The heliator's smile

An old photo closes a sweet memory, coming from those carefree, childhood years. An innocent, angelic face, a pure, blessed soul, two gentle, humble eyes, but the smile, this smile, closes all his...

You exist

You exist

You exist, in the liberating dance of happiness, in the magic of the dream visions, in the kiss the euthanasia release, on the lips the ecstatic smear on the mouth of tears, in the erotic breaths of spring, in the hedonistic searches of the body....

When the bells fell silent…

When the bells fell silent…

I run after my mother, but I can't reach her. Pale, face waxen with terror, speechless, uttering inarticulate screams only when she turns to see if I'm following her, her beautiful hair hanging wildly over her shoulders, instead of . . .

Homer's Greece

Homer's Greece

Today I met Homer. His beard grew longer over time. It unfolded through the pages of the Odyssey. I traveled with him to Greece. We went for a walk to the Acropolis. He told me about the glow of history by feeling the marbles. He couldn't see. Her eyes...

SOUL

SOUL

As if you are passing by my house, stop for a while, even if the door is closed and the garden is dry. And let me not go out with joy and shout ``welcome'' and open my arms to embrace you. Psyche is man and she will be there to kiss the...

BECAUSE I'M JEALOUS OF THE BIRDS

BECAUSE I'M JEALOUS OF THE BIRDS

There is still Leuteria and enslaved wings... But these belong to the birds and not to the lower rouges!! A fool with beautiful wings! birds and I look at them! But even the crow! I am often jealous. I was an Eagle and a Falcon! Petritis and Geraki. And...

INTUITION – IRREVOCABLE

INTUITION – IRREVOCABLE

My mother was sewing something in the room while singing. I was playing on the balcony and her voice came from the open window. A sweet, melodious voice. Young children have an instinctive intuition. All the happiness of her heart, fluttering of spring joy, was channeled into the song. The.. .

DARK ROOM

DARK ROOM

In the dark room, the sob of a fatal lost love that was late to come spreads on the white sheets. The fever rises. The nakedness of the soul becomes its food. It rises, it rises, until gray poison flows in the body. No thermometer is...

WORSHIP OF MONEY

WORSHIP OF MONEY

Unthinkable: People worship money! Isn't it tragic, isn't it a great pity? They forgot Sophocles' excellent verb. The worship of money is the first step of corruption, and then the Devil's precious possession, with human relations the greatest victim of...

THE NIGHT

THE NIGHT

There is a night that eludes me, like a last night bus we don't catch but a boy with a sky shield, looking for her in the pebbles and urchin caves, looking for her in the white stones where the lines quietly cross...

TIGHT CLOTHING

TIGHT CLOTHING

My clothes don't fit me, my clothes are tight. My flesh is many and my soul is swollen and abundant. World, what clothes you wear on me constrict me and tear my flesh, world my parts hurt! What kind of clothes are these that break even the...

Carpet

Carpet

The first time you swept something under the rug was a small smile that went unanswered. Then that sweet, which you were scolded for when you ate it And the 2 loquats that mother demanded you stick to the tree in the yard. Loves, friendships followed...

ENCHANTED CONSCIOUSNESSES…

ENCHANTED CONSCIOUSNESSES…

I stand on the threshold of a strange Mansion Is it a cafe, Casino or brothel? The lights from the commercials dazzle me The barking drives me crazy At the height of his hedonism of fatal pleasure. I stand like a statue without knowing what I'm waiting for, I neither enter nor exit. THE...

CONCORD

CONCORD

People with desolate looks and voices, strange and deeply wounded. THE BEST POEMS I wrote the best poems while waiting in line at the bank in the waiting (Sad and endless is always sad and I too) In the waiting so I spent...

DISTINGUISHED GUESTS

DISTINGUISHED GUESTS

I stand motionless like a gentle wind trapped in the hall. I read instructions for disinfectants, medicines. I enter deeper, slow to enter; always a citizen of the in-between space. There is the expression of the distance that did not meet any proximity, there is also the utterance of metaphors for...

NATURAL PHENOMENA

NATURAL PHENOMENA

It's raining. The now wrapped in drops. Yesterday your hand on my back. It is raining, and I remember the nights that greet the absences completely. I envision your fingers being cut off from your body. They gather, spread out, dance, gather sensations,...

THE WEAVER

THE WEAVER

A woman tries her combs and her loom creaks in the clouds. Stars give me colors to hide the cracks of zero. So many years I've been weaving the future and I still haven't learned to love properly. A sworn craftswoman, yet my essence eludes the...

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