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Whatever the Ionian Sea rains, I bring to you in a hug.
Pylos, Navarino, Kyparissia
Kyllini, Araxos, Astakos.
Amfilochia, Preveza, Parga
Igoumenitsa, Patras and Messolonghi.
II
Holy herbs, spirits, fruits and flowers
Pure hearts, eyes like the skies, shining stars.
Argostoli, Lixouri, Sami
the countries of Zakynthos, Lefkada, Corfu.
Vasiliki, Kassiopi, Lefkimi
the hill of Stranis and Agia Pelagia.
III
With rain from my eyes I filled your pitcher.
The castles, the churches, the chapels
theaters, conservatories, libraries
the bays, the mountains, the capes
the people, their struggles and their silences.
IV
Memory of the stone of the water and the memory of the people.
Whatever rains on the Ionian Sea, I sing to the winds.
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 JohnNaturePhotos, https://pixabay.com
