Πού πήγαν τόσοι άνθρωποι και τόσοι ποιητές,
που μας μιλούσαν κάποτε με λέξεις λυρικές,
μας ταξίδευαν μακριά με τ’ όμορφό τους ποίημα
και της ζωής δε νιώθαμε φθαρμένο ναν το νήμα.
Κάποτε υπήρχανε παντού αυτοί οι καλλιτέχνες
και μας γεμίζαν τη ζωή με την αισθητική τους.
Μήπως υπάρχουν μα χαθήκανε μες στις πολλές αντένες
και οι νέοι δεν πιάνουν σήμα ν’ ακούσουν τη φωνή τους;
Δεν ξέρω, δε νιώθω ικανός γενιά να σ’ οδηγήσω·
μόνο στο φως το σκοτεινό, είμαι κι εγώ νεκρός.
Κυνηγώ τα φαντάσματα για να τα φέρω πίσω,
μήπως στο τέλος καταφέρω να νιώσω ζωντανός.
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A modern day "Ode to a Nightingale" I liked the images about the antennas very much, and it seems to me a very true metaphor. But I think there IS some hope... I think if we go to the ancient places, where the gods are still powerful - the forest, the ends of the earth, the voices can be heard, because in those places they are powerful enough to penetrate the maze of muddled signals and reach us and tell us the truth... We have to look for truth with humility and respect when we go there, of course. Also, the route to truth is through imagination, which even in the unconsecrated places can show us a way to hear the voices ...so don`t despair-
True... I felt that in DION!!!
When I went to Tenaros with my horse and so I was at the end of Europe I thought I would text my friends... NO SIGNAL- how could there be?? that there at the entrance to hell, and where Poseidon rules Vodaphone could overcome the power of the gods...I was very glad that Vodaphone can still be humiliated bythe ancient powers..
yeah- when I went to Teneros and the gates of hell I wanted to text my friends to tell them that George (my horse) and I had reached the end of Europe- no signal- I can`t tell you how glad I was that Vodaphone can still be humiliated by the ancient powers...
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