Here the colors are children of the chimera.
We are in the ecstasy of utopia.
The nights sprinkle light,
promises of wandering.
A seven-star miracle illuminates the path,
heals the wound.
There is devotion in these lands.
A complex mysticism of arts.
The Ionian Sea is fifteen-star beautiful.
A place of legend, full of cracks.
Love, sea, crazy emerald.
Initiated people, helpless bodies
they dance in the sunlight of time.
How is beauty really measured?
How do they speak in the water and in what language?
With thirst and desire you travel to the Ionian Sea...
You can get here from everywhere.
The immediacy of the classic,
ripe fruit of feeling and reflection.
Freshly washed clothes in the sky.
Everyday people are saints.
Peace with symmetry.
Pearl in the shell.
Sowing lightning bolts from the Ionian Islands,
you defeat the darkness.
You promise that there is something else,
where decay does not reign.
What the Poets Say Immortality!...
Sea-loving homeland
bitter and eternal Greece
I dream of you with hope.
Freedom and the torch.
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