And inevitably the day came when a ray of sunshine pierced the air
and managed to get into some minds that were not allowed
and inaccessibly became one with the environment and our frustrated thinking….
A shadow that managed to reach from the edge of the razor
walking in uncharted places shaped by demonic consciousnesses
and guilds that prey on dreams and expectations
of an entire seduced people for many endless years
and unwavering decades, filled with blood
of our grandfathers, fathers, mothers and grandmothers
from the stony and scorched years of survival and need……
A vision that wiped away tears and gave voice to the tragedy of pain
until he managed to shake the foundations of the regime
and the voracious claws of popular consciousness,
to aspire to that higher and unique ideal called HOMELAND.
The Mother of the Greeks, like the warrior Athena and Artemis.
The Greek woman whose eyes are still wet with tears
made the final decision to fight for justice in the dark
that at the supreme moment the sunbeam managed to pass through,
with helpless difficulty in breaking through fear and habit,
that has shattered every last stone
that holds the foundations of our children's dreams together...
Sworn to the dust she held in her hands
and with eyes fixed on the bottomless sky
He stayed up all night on the steps of the decision that hurts
and in the sacred vision of the broadest and most troubled consciousness.
He took up the unknown and inviolable struggle
to alleviate the anguish and despair of an entire people
who waits leaning on the terraces of wonders
to redeem the intangible and colorless HOPE they gave him...!
A People Whose Homeland Was Fragmented Piece by Piece
and continue with the jaws of voracious barbarity
to tear apart the supreme truth that bleeds
on hands red with the blood of the ruthless and inhuman
financiers of destruction and poverty.
Like the children of autumn who hang Alpha on their shoulders
and repay the dreams of their lost hopes
and play endless hours in the endless fields of the mind,
when teachers wander around in the carvings of their books
and return to the uninterrupted understanding of the lost age.
They are children, they will say and they will hang the idea of fraud
on a branch of an unripe olive tree that blooms in Spring.
They are children who did not have time to reach Epsilon
and their expectation was shattered in the glare of the conflict
after the iron shattered their hopes into carefree infinity.
Courage, Mom, and don't be intimidated by the unsaid words.
who open their mouths in parallel to the unchanging Universe.
Courage and be quiet like that conscience that flew away one morning
tied to a dream on the edge of the Horizon that you dream of...
Be quiet like those souls that wander in the valley
without hoping for parallel promises of transparency and security
who opened their false mouths at an inappropriate time
and they will remain suspended in the vast infinity
until the hidden justice of the unpunished shines forth
and may the souls taste a little of the long-awaited vindication.
Stay illegal in the thought of the endless ideas that stir
in some dark alleys with bulletproof glass.
For those who feared the tragedy of the truth
and they uncovered the hide of the unrepentant tyrant who commands you
without counting the drops of blood that streak the cheeks.
So go ahead and take root in the dreams of the children in the fields
where they began to unfold strength and intellect,
on the dirt roads that were covered over and no longer exist.
Take the hands of the faithful who have sinned and speak a sweet word,
to feel you and get lost in their thoughts.
And with a little unexpected grace in those untrodden alleys
May the heartbeat of all hearts change and beat freely...
In ELPIDA, the children of lost dreams hope
the adults who with some love were forgotten on the dirt roads
and the old men who, with unfocused gaze, reminisce on the benches
What went wrong and what didn't they calculate correctly in the last hour they lost...
Do not be sad, Mother, Mother of the People who was betrayed.
waiting for you to slip away from the invisible vice
that accompanies tearful mouths day and night
and unfolds their sadness every morning they open
to utter that low "I love you" that stood out
from the voices and screams of the barbarians who were tearing down
and destroyed when the cannons of death fell silent.
Let us become one with the soil that covered your thought.
and let's count the oxygen we have left in our handful
to alleviate the pain of the contradictions that wounded us……
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