Yannis Stavrou, Olive Grove in Attica, oil on canvas
Dedicated to August 15, 2010 - the great Greek Orthodox holiday...
Takis Papatsonis
Hestia
MY ENTERING your home, entering of friendship is,
visiting friendship. The first door's
passageway, alone, disposes me there to.
The small garden's sight, hail
the first. The inside door's opening, my entering
and again behind me the closing, is the definitive
passageway between the unstable and the well stable.
The tepid streams in the half darkness that welcome me
are the messages of a warm heart, that somewhere inside
beats, beating awaits. The meeting
with your kin, who equally are my kin
shows the brotherhood. Without caresses.
Nor embraces. Nor kisses.
But everything exists, it belongs to the soul. Blessed
were the hours under your roof ordered to me.
You reserve for the end the great gift,
your advent, our meeting, which, if it were outside of
the mystic luxury of your house, it would be
like an indecent thing, not the congruent
with your being - a being of the Hestia, not of the open air.
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Source: ELLOPOS.NET
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