Giannis Morphonios

I pulled up
again from my old notes a little poem, and i want to
publish, since I am in a period of soul opening and
certifications. I also write a couple of words about the circumstances under which
was written, to remind my people and to share them
my feelings with those affected by the matter.
It was his summer
1983. I was in our summer house with my wife Pepi, both of us
my children, little ones, 8 Maria and 3 Kostas is years old.
That one
in the evening I was very distressed, for Maria had fallen ill and the
thermometer had hit the 40. Pepi was all worry and despite that
it was one of the common situations that young children go through,
the situation had affected us a lot. We all know it's another thing
to rationalize a situation involving other children and another to it
you experience in your own children.
My inability to do anything, in order to
comforting my child and calming Pepi led me to write
the little poem that I present to you today.

Come on baby don't cry
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