I again pulled out a little poem from my old notes, and I want to publish it, since I am in a period of soul opening and confessions. I also write a few words about the circumstances under which it was written, to remind my own people and to share my feelings with those affected.
It was his summer 1983. I was in our summer house with my wife Pepi and my two children, little ones, 8 Maria and 3 Kostas is years old.
That night I was very distressed, because Maria had fallen ill and the thermometer had struck the 40. Pepi was all worried even though it was one of the usual situations that small children go through, the situation had affected us a lot. We all know it's one thing to rationalize a situation involving other children and another to experience it in your own children.
My inability to do anything, to relieve my child and calm Pepi led me to write the little poem that I present to you today.
calm down and stop
give me your little hand
to put out your fire.
And’ if something hurts you now
my heart, don't be a shadow
I'm here, your mother.
Egg, don't scratch it,
give me time to look
sweet hazel eyes
to lose myself in their gaze
to erase all meaning
My pride, the fever
it burns you, it drugs you
your lips are tight
and my heart melts
How t’ hold on my doll
let the illness knock you down
and’ απ’ your body is life
with guile to suck;
Good luck running
scatter old myrrh
n’ open his eyes
to shine all around
