Childhood
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
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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