Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
The midnight sun,
Perhaps breaking free from the stern pen of a modern poet,
Rushing to witness the night,
Devastated by the poem of deprivation,
In a wounded heart, the night-blooming jasmine blooms, a lamp of hope.
But will the sun rise again?
With the blaze of dawn, through the ruins of war
Light will come to a new day,
Where people will reclaim their rights,
A union of strength, on the sacred path of forthcoming welfare.
This sun, like a fiery womb,
Will shine brightly in the quiet tale of the night,
A beacon of deprivation, showcasing humanity’s supremacy,
Sowing the seeds of a rigorous renaissance.
The horrors of war, the darkness of emptiness,
Yet humanity will awaken with new inspiration.
The midnight sun, fleeing from poetry,
Hiding in the shadows of night,
Suddenly shedding the garments of darkness,
Will smiles in the light of revival.
Behind it lies a world-famous mural by Pablo Picasso, painted in 1958 at UNESCO.
