150 YEARS OF FREEDOM
1864-2014
"Whoever passes by on his knees
He needs a bridle..."
I
Inhabited and uninhabited paradises.
I humbly sing their praises.
with blood, needle and thread
and the pen of the soul.
Praising all the light
The Ionian Sea is fifteen-star beautiful.
II
Islands of priceless treasures. Memory of stone.
Our most secret dreams grow on your peaks.
Oh!...
Zakynthos, Kefalonia, Corfu
Lefkada
Ithaca, Paxos and Kythira.
III
Little Ionian of our heart. Memory of water.
Mathraki, Erikousa, Othoni
Antipaxos.
Meganisi, Kaste, Kalame
and Antikythera.
IV
The rocks are lonely guards waiting.
Memory of stone, water and salt, memory.
The Ionian Sea is forever
I kiss you, Pebbles.
I caress the beaten rocks
from the fury of the waves.
The memory of a dripping tear
in the flower and in the salt.
Our ancestors are immortal.
Immortal words and dreams.
photo by LediK, https://pixabay.com
