Maria's Paper Poetry

TO MYSTIKO THS ARIADNHS-

H ariadnh irthe xthes ne me ebrei
Poios na to ksere oti
Kai ekeinh ton idio syntrofo pothei

Ligo pswmi mou zitise
Kai ligo kokkino krasi

Kai moirastika to fagito mou mazi tis
Opws kai ton antra mou

To prwi mazepsa ta piata tous
Kai eplyna ta sentonia
Tous evala mousikh
Kai hpia ti teleftaia goulia apto krasi

H ariadnh irthe xthes na me ebrei
Poios na to ksere oti
Kai ekeinh ton idio sytnrofo pothei

Mian efimerida ellinikh mou edwse
Kai mou pe diavase th

Kai moirastika to pono mou mazi ths
Opws kai ton antra mou

To prwi ekapsa tin efimerida
Opws oi Ellines kaine ta dash tous
Kai petaksa ta apokaidia sta skoupidia
Opws oi Ellines petan molotwf sta sokakia
Kai eklapsa ekei stin monaksia mou
Giati otan gyrisw
H Ellada den tha einai h Ellada
Pou xa sta oneira mou

H Ariadnh irthe xthes na me ebrei
Poios na to ksere oti
Kai ekeinh ton idio pono gia tin Ellada evastei

-Maria Garozi

Home East village
Sunday Avgoustos 23, 2009
Kaigetai h Ellada

Maria's Paper Poetry

The poets’ heart-

Who let you go you my heart
Where have you been, where are you mourning?
The heroes of your dreams have kept you
hostage from them all
And now you are running your savior to find

Who scared you my heart
Where have you been, where are you mourning?
You are in that garden lost alone still
And no one knows if you shall meet
The girl with the golden festive hair
Who upon meeting you
the sweet secret will reveal



The boat of the return if you shall board
So that you stop longing The Pireaus port just from abroad

-Maria Garozi
Giano East Village
October 13,2009