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POEM: ADVICE OF A FATHER

POEM: ADVICE OF A FATHER
His April 1997, my one child was having a problem at
beginning of his professional life, απ’ the ones that all children
face, due to the malicious competitive behavior of some
colleagues at work.
That night, I was thinking how
I could empower my child and arm him with courage and
confidence. Τότε σκέφτηκα ότι ο καλύτερος τρόπος θα ήταν να μιλήσω
από καρδιάς και έτσι προέκυψε το ποίημα αυτό:


Αν δίπλα σου βρυχάται ένα θηρίο
εσύ να συνεχίσεις άφοβα το δρόμο.
Να μη σταθείς, don't look away.
Straight body, with cloves as high as you can make it.

And’ if walking is difficult for you
and’ antara and blackness envelop you,
the road from’ your eyes if you lose,
like a nut shell if the storm shakes you ,

the eyes of your soul to close
on streets, that your spirit carves
and we pushed the finish line through them,
sure that whatever you desire there you will find it

Courage draw from your mind the springs,
iomates as above ap’ the water of knowledge
Lean on branches woven from experiences,
which in your life you collect little by little.

Don't be misled by other people's criticisms,
which they shamelessly utter without hesitation
Don't get carried away by’ the blunt,
that the older the more stupid thoughts.

Stay away from such people,
don't give in, do not feed them
to continue strung n’ they roar,
to rejoice because they are first ap’ everyone

M’ these are pure joy, unsatisfied,
because deep down they know how much they are worth
and they try their means to hide
with silver dust, and’ she is fake.


Come on baby don't cry calm down and stop give me your little hand to put out your fire.

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