And yet, in the pale North...
A melody arrived that whispered the old times
the fairy tales that sleep in the corners of the soul.
A poem written on a night of personal endurance-
while the shadows danced with the light and the stars were extinguished
the color dripped like a tear. And the memory
How I once left my color, do you remember?
Or did that fade too?
I gave it to a friend who is a notable musician.
and I told him...
Remember the dreams we had when we were children
through timeless songs...
And so the "Forgotten Fairy", woke up from the silence,
born of love, a dance of voices and musicians,
a secret journey, made of invisible wings
and notes that resemble whispers of winds.
Thank you, my dear friend, music composer. Symeon Maistrelis where you became a hug,
in every word of the paper, in every shadow of mine.
You gave me music that lives in eternity,
an existence that transcends perishable reality.
THANK YOU:
To Petros Theofilou, who respectfully touched every sonic detail,
to Tasos Makrygiannis who gave precision and clarity to the light of sound,
to Loukas Giannakitsas, who spoke with the double bass as if the soul of a fairy whispered,
to Yannis Mittas who blew musical air into the sails,
to Christos Karnavas, who painted with a piano where words fall silent and miracles begin,
to Dimitra Moutafi, who clothed our story with the voice of a fairy tale.
and let the magic take you there
where fairies live, always forgotten and always alive. E.B.A.
