it's been foggy today; reminded me of a wonderful day last year

we walked a lot i remember

today, it is the 27th of august 2012

what is there to remember from this day? nothing really

nothing much an ordinary simple day for the simple man

a woman in her forties died today

the date for her death was this day

yes, it can be; our lives that meet then set apart

different locations where you may transpass

some are transparent like river waters

some are like the rocks

do we choose already? are you sure you chose correctly?

never, never set foot on the land of this ignorant certainty

you may come now

you have to bring the best of you my flower my little child

what is there to find?

each time, in every repetitive act

in those actions of life mundane 

which keep us alive

you may think them as trivial 

but pay your respect 

to find their hidden grace 

under the branches and the roots 

there are routes to take 

get your hands and faces dirty 

mess courageously with the dirt

 

Χρόνια Πολλά 

σαν τα βότσαλα της ακτής 

και τα κύματα της θαλάσσης 

το ζεύγος που μετρά με κίνηση και με στάση 

τον χρόνο 

με το βλέμμα στραμμένο στον Άθωνα 

Χρόνια Πολλά 

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like the pebbles of the shore

and the waves of the sea;

the couple which counts time

in movement and in stillness

wish for many years of life ahead of us all

we lost two important teachers this summer:
Zorz Sarri, the writer, she wrote for the children, she raised lots of them, included me;
Tsolakis Christos, the teacher. They both were restless at work, determined to their goal.
With dignity and modesty and beauty.

Marcos Aurilios writes:
As if you are to leave from life this instant, this is the way to act each time
to speak and think.

and then he adds:
what does death mean; after you examine it separately and you set it apart from the things you have connected it with, you shall consider it nothing but the work of nature; whoever is afraid of nature's work, he is a child.

hello
from the desert of the forest
the yellow bird suspends 
the gift of the day of today
there is little one could do
to realise how fortunate this time is

just add:
the yellow sun
the bluest sky
the warmest earth
the little blossoms around the eye
the shadow
the water of the spring
and sea
running through one's own body
and the sound of mid-day
and the sound of mid-night