Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Demand
They all boldly project
A responsibility they have
As if we don’t feel it either
They also possess it well.
The price that will be found
And will lead them
Remember it my friends
It will be their own west.
After they chose
Our children’s east
Let them erase it
From the sight of our eyes.
They left them helplessly
As if they were only
Their own people
And there they will look frozen.
A body that they wounded
A soul that they burned
And everything was destroyed
They made an altar of money.
Without shame or hesitation
They blamed these
A supposed human error
And so they brought it down.
A responsibility that should have been theirs
Who should take it
After everyone learned
A mistake with the bow.
Their discordant sounds
All together they set up
An absurd theater
Innocent though they died.
But with the rhythms of the lyre
A tear of pain is shed
They shout from end to end.
They wanted me
To sit faithfully and patiently listening
But my ears grew tired of the influences
Of irrelevant and heartless types to dictate
As if everything revolved around them.
My usual reward was patience
But my worst, as I realized
On my own authority, a simple
Simple and never ambiguous no, pure, clean.
They never wanted to see inside me
To see my sides and textures
As everything inside me, they tore
The garments of my soul and burned my entrails.
Besides, who would be
Right and always true
To see and cast even a glance
On my own dreams, I want to, but no.
I was to blame for all this
My magnanimity was in a superlative degree
And it was not fitting for them, unsuitable for immoral and ungrateful people.
But I would always have a good reason, which they proclaimed within themselves as a given.
But the worst and most unjust thing was
Not for me simply and naturally
But for those who wanted to crawl
To accept and accept foreign inhospitable layers.
Now I knew, I suffered, I learned and above all
For my own good, I would never be a giver
Where it was not worth it and more, where it caused them
Fear, terror, insecurity and imperative, removal.
No matter if they wanted me according to their own standards and measures\
I chose my own bar
Without regretting it at all
And to finally face that view.
Which does not come from riches and palaces
Parents’ parchments and not only
Despite life’s narrow streets and its steep sides.
Biography
I deal with all types of Poetry.
My writing has been awarded and has participated in various Anthologies.
I have published. 4 books.
Poetry collections and a short story as well as being a radio producer.
