Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
THE RENAISSANCE OF PEACE
White times, days of Peace
will come again
slowly climbing the high wall of pain
The wind of peace
will scatter the dry leaves of sorrow
Finally, it will wake up
our drugged souls
We will grow people in cool summers
Our dreams will stop to bleed
The fire in our eyes will light up again
The cries of despair will stop being heard
at the end of the world
Our desires will get a face of happiness
The wild animals will give birth
under the foliage of hope
Without warning the light of the stars
will dispel the darkness
In a perpetual bliss
we will whirl all together without stopping
and from our ashes
the Sun will be reborn
CHRISTOS DIKBASANIS-GREEE
THE PEACEFULL LIFE
The vanity of people is endless
It is spread by the defilement of the air
up to greed dioxide in space,
from our unholy, warlike desires
till to the unfair competition of profit
We launch the aura of our dreams
at the ends of the universe,
looking for planets of happiness,
cause we can’t stand life on the globe such as we humiliated her
The light of our visions
for a peacefull life
no longer flashes continuously
Now it repels us
othertimes it invited us
Other wishes remain
at the bottom of pessimism
Others reach the peak of greed
We continue the fight between
the impermissible and the defiled
to the indifference and the failure,
to the forbidden and the unjust
We hate to love the environment,
the Nature, our eternal home.
the peace in our lives
But they are beside us
some minimal dreamers
which they fiercely claim
what suits us and belong to all of us
CHRISTOS DIKBASANIS-GREECE
THE STEPPING
I travel among yellow stars
I walk in the interstellar silence
loaded with memory sheets
of a warring world that is now lost
I light fires to light the eternal night
I travel with sore feet
My mind is being sucked by the sands of destiny
The icy wind of loneliness crystallizes me
I can’t see around me
but I only see,bruised by the wilderness,
sand dunes of dreams and desires
who have permanently lost their way
My silence whispers stories of immense pain
for the lost Peace but I don’t talk to her
I only wonder if the memory of my existence
will ever reach my distant descendants
Thoughts dry up
Their voice fades away
I continue my course
bent over, sad, all alone
PHRASE: PRISONERS OF WAR ESCAPE TO PEACE
BIO: CHRISTOS DIKBASANIS is a poet, writer and scholar of religions. He was born in Thessaloniki, Greece, where he graduated from the Theological School of the Aristotle University. He holds a Master’s Degree from the Theological School with a specialization in Religious Studies. It has been included in the “Great Encyclopedia of Mondern Greek Literature” of Haris Patsi publications and in the “Who’s Who” of journalists. He has been honored with many national and international awards for his poems.
