I have no laurels
to sit on
so I’ll count my losses
and carry gold crosses
I will win this war.
“And whoever does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me.” Matthew 10:38
” καὶ ὃς οὐ λαμβάνει τὸν σταυρὸν αὐτοῦ καὶ ἀκολουθεῖ ὀπίσω μου, οὐκ ἔστιν μου ἄξιος.” ΚΑΤΑ ΜΑΤΘΑΙΟΝ 10:38
Two frozen black hearts melt in the sun light. They can’t hide in the shadow forever..
Two black hearts
Collide
Αn anger that won’t subside
Cold and dark
As a winters’ night
They fight
The light together
From blue to black
And black to blue
Μay a black heart never trouble you!
‘Better a red face than a black heart’. Portuguese proverb
A heart aches
Wrapped by chains
To protect itself from
Indefinite pain
But, it hurt itself with its own protection.
They say that justice is blind
But I say that lady luck is too
The lady blindly
Hands out her luck
To the coldest
The wickedest
Through and through
Even when the meek begin to despair
The lady laughs
She simply doesn’t care
‘They chased after their dreams’
That is what they say
Yes, and the lady was there to help them on their way.
I know a woman who is
Torn between two lands
Her eyes are closed
Her arms are stretched out
And raised high to the sky
To feel the heat of the sun
But instead she feels the biting of the cold
The glass is never empty or ever full
The bitter and sweet tastes
Will forever remain on her tongue
Her heart is split between two worlds
Two different lives
In two different countries
She is careful not to betray either one
She says she stays in a land that she did not choose
Or did she?
Surrounded by mirrors
On the streets
No passersby
Gazes at the looking-glass
Even the beautiful
Won’t gaze at the glass
Under the rays of the harsh day light
To avoid the truth
The frown that still lingers
A wrinkle that is permanent
The furrowed brow of anger and resentment
The reflection of a tear in the eye
But the glass doesn’t see the soul
Only the surface
It’s not a true reflection.
A statue of a Greek soldier staring at the Acropolis from below.
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
–J.R.R. Tolkien
The Cross of the Martyr
Window of hope/Eye of the soul
The Window of Hope
Redemption
‘The Wing-symbolizes freedom’
Display of scultures and their meaning
A Poem by famous Greek poet Giannis Ritsos who was a patient at the sanatorium
In my previous blog post I talked about the Sanatoruim which is located outside of Athens on the mountain of Parnitha. Across the road from the abandoned building is a small park with wooden sculptures. The wooden sculptures were created by sculptor Spirdon Dasiotis in 2012. The sculptures are an homage to the people who passed through the doors of the building when it was operating as a Sanatorium for tuberculosis patients.
‘We love the earth, , people, the animals. The reptiles, the sky, and the insects. We are, we are and all of us together. Together and the sky and earth.” Giannis Ritsos
Στο προηγούμενο αρθρο μου έγραψα για το σανατόριο στο βουνό της Πάρνηθας. Απέναντι από το εγκαταλελειμμένο κτίριο είναι ένα μικρό πάρκο με ξύλινα γλυπτά που δημιουργήθηκαν από τον γλύπτη Σπυριδων Ντασιωτης το 2012. Τα γλυπτά είναι ένας φόρος τιμής προς τους ανθρώπους που πέρασαν μέσα από τις πόρτες του κτιρίου, όταν λειτουργούσε ως σανατόριο για τους ασθενείς της φυματίωσης.
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