Thursday, February 1, 2024





Blessed child, how I admire you!

You are the elusive levitation of my deepest dreams

You are the place where I adore

the only truth of my desires

You are a unique being

you are not afraid of the strong wind

You are the veil of my memory

which circling me with warmth

Sometimes you hurt yourself

Sometimes you leave your light

to invade my slow-moving cells

It is my great happiness

to deal with your nerves and shyness

It is your mistakes the whole epic of Homer

If I'm being fair to you

time and my choices will judge me

I see you in motion lust

But don't be worry!

The life suits you

Take your own way and I will follow you

with heavy dragging step

Besides, it’s no rush for us to conquer the world.      

There is plenty of time to amaze the crowds


Gioconta's Baby

                 For my granddaughter


May the Lord be always with you

baby of tomorrow’s hope

Silently your crying begins

to tear our sky apart

Melody of a beautiful angelic world

which arrives with little feet

naked, cute,

with a blindingly pure look

that nails it sweet

like knife in our soul


May the Lord always stand

by your side, to arrange

the white clothes of your future life

In the afternoon you leave

the stars of your dreams

to illuminate our doubtful age

In the crazy fog of our imagination,

in our mind the furious tropes

you unleash your care into harmony

The dates of your upcoming life

they keep coming back to our memories

who were not born yet

but they are going to exist irrevocable


May the Lord be with you always

baby of tomorrow’s hope

She holds you in her arms

Gioconda your mother

with a thin, transparent,

fragile expression

She feels happy that she can touch

with trembling hands

your electrified form

Your light penetrates her

It spreads everywhere

It brightens our tired faces

It breaks the wrinkles

of our worries about you

It fills us with colors, smells

myths newborns from the world

of your desires

who direct with their visions

the arrow of our relentless time

in our clouded eyes.

The excitement of our young days

engrave your own way through the paths

of bright destinations

which slowly unfold in front of you

May the Lord always be with you


Mother And Son


Mother, my sweet mother,                                                                                                  

why did we come here, mother?                                                                                 

What are we looking for on this planet?                                                                     

What do we dream of?                                                                                                     

What do we crave for?                                                                                                 

What invisible forces pushed us inland?

One night we light up fires to warm up                                                                       

our tired flesh                                                                                                            

On the other, our tears                                                                                                      

roll red-hot from the merciless Sun

Why did we come here, mother?                                                                                 

What are we looking for in the depths                                                                       

of the unknown planet?                                                                                                

What do we think                                                                                                     

that we will succeed                                                                                                    

in these inhospitable lands?


Son, my sweet son,

make your heart  like ancient marble

Don't drown in sobs of loneliness


What we desire, what we seek

is to push human life

a few centimeters deeper

in the eternal night




CHRISTOS DIKBASANIS is a poet, writer and scholar of religions. He was born in Thessaloniki, 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 also been included in the "Great Encyclopedia of Modern 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.




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