Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Аrms outstretched,
she with the branches merged,
and two avligs alighted, weaving their song with the wind.
And the sun caresses her roots,
as the rainbow shines
her leaf hair grew…
And God’s seeds were sown in the earth…
Woman
In every yard
it has sprouted
the tree of life
and the roots draw vitality from the chernozem of the universe…
And every branch
touches
ethnic strings,
and in the leaf
sometimes inserted
caterpillars and worms,
in hidden scenes…
Caterpillars may be butterflies,
to fly one day with one’s dreams.
But the worms rot the emerald,
doubts and pain harbored…
The tree of life is multifaceted
like the Great Wall of China.
The destinies of each race are intertwined,
The tree is actually a Woman.
Moods and policies change,
The tree is forever bearing seed.
The shoots of God in the eyes are looked around.
The tree is forever.
And if in my race the Tree of Life should die,
it doesn’t mean darkness…
We have woven our most precious seed, we have reinvented
and yourself in the closest units…
And we become one Tree in the forest,
illuminated by heavenly light.
This is the meaning of the circle.
The Tree of Life is a Woman.
