Hardly a breeze, 
nature in harmony;

Green conifers,
complementing azure sea,
mountains of Evia,
punctuating backdrop;

Reinvigorated, 
inspired by Aegean baptism, 
our day follows positive trajectory


OM

Οι συκιές γεμίζουν το μάτι,
η ελιά μας δίνει ζωή,
η ροδιά χρωματίζει,
το γιασεμί ευωδιάζει

Ο Ήλιος χαμογελά,
καλωσορίζοντας την Σελήνη
Οι φιλίες καρποφορούν,
φέρνοντας χαρά και έννοια

Θετικές σκέψεις 
μας καθοδηγούν 
στο μεγάλο ταξίδι 

Ευχές υγείας και ό,τι καλύτερο!


Fig trees fill the horizon,
olive trees give life,
pomegranates color,
jasmine’s fill with fragrance;

Helios smiles,
welcoming Selene;
Friendships blossom,
bringing joy and meaning;

Positive thoughts,
guide us on the long voyage;

Wishes of health, and all good things!

Odysseus 

https://www.ekathimerini.com/multimedia/videos/1166666/dying-in-the-name-of-vaccine-freedom/

… To see, hear, examine, taste, breathe something different. How else can one understand the diverse composition of the human mosaic?

To know a person is to know that person’s friends…

 I sit alone, trying to think of what to write. It is hot; the heat permeates my skin, but only to a point of pleasurable discomfort. The absence of humidity keeps it bearable. The endless motion of the waves reflects the perpetual nature of the human race, yet the waves also signify that there is an end. What are we but temporary travelers in the abject mass we call “Earth”?

Θέα Αιγαίου
ήχους του Rio de Janeiro,
Η μελωδία και φωνές εμπνέουν ... 

View of Aegean 
echoes of Rio de Janeiro,
Melody and voices inspire

Σας καλημερίζω, αγαπητοί μου φίλοι ...
Good morning, dear friends ...

Odysseus



Desafinado (António Carlos Jobim)


CLICK HERE TO LISTEN


Ερμηνεύουν  ..   Performed by
George Michael και Astrud Gilberto

How often people realize that health is priceless, but usually when it is too late.

Good morning,
or will it be?
Avoiding the unseen,
others unaware

"Sorry" in reserve
(will be repeated so many times);
Didn't mean to bump into you,
seriously, I didn't

My near blindness
has given me vision,
to see what others cannot

Maybe one day
I can join the others,
and show them
what life is about

OM

REST IN PEACE, MIKI
(1925-2021)


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikis_Theodorakis



SPIRIT REBORN
 
People gathered
a reunion of old faces, 
addition of new
 
Expectations;
new life ready to join us,
reacting to rhythm
 
One melody,  many ideas,
one idea, many melodies
infinite feeling, boundless expression
 
Thirty years have passed,
but the flame burns;
Conveying message
that psyche is alive and well
 
Immortal poetry and music
 
Young faces, older faces
voices of passion and melody;
Orchestral, choral symmetry, 
symbiosis
 
Marriage of East and West,
penetrating our innermost thoughts
 
Narrator, 
delivering a message beyond melody
Presence of audience chorus,
leading to harmony and spirit
 
Muses, surely you approve;
 
We came together
seeking spiritual reinforcement,
through music;
Outside our bodies, 
one with the music
 
We listen, sing, 
are one
 
Regeneration of spirit
 
Thank you, Miki!
 
 
May  9, 1994 

Written a day after the Mikis Theodorakis concert at the JFK Center for Performing Arts, Washington, DC, May 8, 1994…

Antonis was born two weeks later..

THEODORAKIS’ MUSIC, 
BRENDAN BEHAN’S POETRY

Speaking to the suffering of the Irish and other peoples who suffered English oppression…

Composed by ‪Mikis Theodorakis‬ to the lyrics of Brendan Behan, first sung by Maria Farantouri.  Attached (see links below) are two versions (the original from the album “The Hostage,” as sung by Maria Farantouri, and the second, by Alexia with ‪Alkinoos Ioannidis‬, capturing the essence of the poem in both languages ....


ALBUM:THE HOSTAGE (1966)

Song: In September I Remember

I remember in September, 
when the final stumps were drawn, 
and the shouts of crowds now silent,
and the boys to tea were gone. 
Let us, oh Lord above us, 
still remember simple things, 
when all are dead who love us, 
Oh the Captains and the Kings, 
when all are dead who love us, 
Oh the Captains and the Kings. 
Far away in dear old Cyprus, 
or in Kenya’s dusty land, 
where all bear the white man’s burden 
in many a strange land. 
As we look across our shoulder 
in West Belfast the school bell rings, 
and we sigh for dear old England, 
and the Captains and the Kings. 
I wandered in a nightmare 
all around Great ‪Windsor Park‬, 
and what did you think I found there 
as I stumbled in the dark? 
It was an apple half-bitten, 
and sweetest of all things, 
five baby teeth had written 
if the Captains and the Kings. 


Το Σεπτέμβριο θυμάμαι όταν άδειαζαν οι πάγκοι
κι έπαψ’ ή βουή του κόσμου, πήγαν τα παιδιά για τσάι.
Άσε μας θεέ ψηλά, να θυμόμαστε τ’ απλά
τώρα που έχουν πια πεθάνει
όλοι που μας αγαπάνε, λοχαγοί και βασιλιάδες.
Πέρα στην παλιά μας Κύπρο και στην Κένυα την καημένη
όλοι εκεί βασανισμένοι μαύροι κι άσπροι από τους άσπρους.
Και στα ξωτικά τα μέρη κι όπου ρίξουμε το μάτι
το κουδούνι του σχολείου στο μισό Μπέλφαστ σημαίνει
κι αχ, ή Αγγλία μας ή καημένη, λοχαγοί και βασιλιάδες.
Σκόνταψα σ’ ένα βραχνά μου και στο πάρκο ‘κει του Ουΐνδσορ,
τι θαρρείτε κει πώς ηύρα, περπατώντας στο σκοτάδι;
Μισοδαγκωμένο μήλο και το πιο αστείο απ’ όλα
χαραγμένα πέντε δόντια
πέντε δόντια από παιδάκι, λοχαγοί και βασιλιάδες.

https://youtu.be/A7jvObgay-w

https://youtu.be/ruz8BFpIx3w