The Greek poet ILIAS FOUKIS , was born on 20 August 1969 in Epirus in northwestern Greece. Began to write poetry since 1988 when he was student in the Lyceum. Published volume of poetry THE TESTAMENT OF A LESSER GOD , which has been translated into ten languages including English, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, etc.. Has won literary awards - OSCAR DE DOS OURO VENCEDORES, Brazil 2012 - MASSIMO D'AZEGLIO, Italy, 2012, 2013 - CITA DEL GALATEO, Italy in 2013. MASSIMO D;AZEGLIO 2016. His poem titled YOUNG GREEK SOLITARY was included in Poetry Anthology - U.S. Library of Congress. Works and lives in Athens.
on Earth had also come an end
and now was the proper moment
to make our way down
in quest of golden things.
In agreement with the Dream forecasts
Luck would be found on the first level
which based on the recommendations
of the Magicians of Paradise...
would be luminous
of all the groans of Earth.
Since we would have luck in our own hands
there were many possibilities on the next level
according to one utterly faithful to
Ancient Astrological legend
we would encounter Love.
And since the Earth would have loved us
finally, on the third level,
as the instructive Spirit
of the Founders of Genesis bore witness to
all the possibilities would lead to Happiness.
So you'll understand just how serious we were
in this Quest for Happiness
in the depths of Earth
I need only say that to be absolutely certain
the plan made clear that the searchers
had to be very careful
because our mysterious Earth
kept fire in her pockets
which was capable of setting our
golden things aflame.
- Don't worry...someone consoled us.
Our beloved Earth
keeps streams of water there within
so we can put out these dangerous fires
in an emergency...
An thus bit by bit
from Dream to ordeal
from ordeal to anxiety
the Earth finally opened up.
I imagine you understand...
We were sure that at last
we had before us
(despite the fact this was not aspired to
by a single written document in the World)
an unblemished day.
the Earth while continuing to be ours
hold nothing back especially for us
because she had never dreamed
of any future for her own self
and the existence of golden things
never even came up.
it was precisely from this indifference of hers
the water which was the lighets of all
had risen high
and our hopes so unavoidably fiery
on the first level...