Wednesday, June 1, 2016



Landscapes of my country, full of Light and Color.
I keep in mind Memories, in my fistful some native soil.
I walk on your ways, my Greece, and gaze greedily
I lock you up inside me.
I get across the extremity of the end.
To see the Light of your Sun and to enjoy the Sunset.
On untrodden desert islands, my steps sound
joining seabirds’ fate.
Landscape blue, Greek, beloved places.
Sea worth ships “Sophia”, “Giorgis”, “Merope”.
The waters of your rivers murmur songs.
Hymns, for you, my country, the nightingales whisper.
The humble wild flowers, that grow on your earth
scatter a soft fragrance, wayfarer, on your touch.
Basil and velvet, myrtles and lilies,
evident expression of holiday on childlike hands.
I pass and I dream, I remember and I weep
in my mind, Light and Colors I add up with generosity.
Spreads of earth of my country’ monuments of History
human destiny’s distinctive symbols.
Temples, burial vaults, ancient ornaments,
theatres, columns, stadiums,
uncultivated fields and small villages empty…
Landscapes of my country, overloaded with Memories
I balance on their moderation the rhymes of my pen.


I surrender my soul,
to you reader,
on the whiteness of paper,
Every page on unguarded door.
Words, lines, verses,
my ammunition.
I bow with lightening dismantled
in front of you reader.
Indulgence I don’t beg for
and hostage at last
I let out myself
in your judgment.

In the middle of the summer
her heart yields from Love.
This is something unexpected.
She wished: “It will go soon,
it will disappear”.
She closed her eyes wishing good – bye
to the August etesian winds.
Autumn came and love stays yet
in the same place.
“Come” beckons her.
“Follow me. Trust me”.
Yields her heart light,
cheated out of lust and sweetness.
“Until you leave” she thought,
“I want to live with my dream”.
And she followed tile tracks
that her yearning leaves
behind on the seashore
of the temporary happiness…

A piece of sky
I brought down
to offer you, my darling,
to play and forget.
From Aegean Sea
I brushed away the blue
with the piece of sky
to match.
To hold both in your hands,
to play and forget.
You don’t know what it means
to love but not be loved.


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