The Greek poet ILIAS FOUKIS , was born on 16 August 1969 in Epirus ,in northwestern Greece. Published volume of poetry THE TESTAMENT OF A LESSER GOD , which has been translated into ten languages. Has won literary awards - OSCAR DE DOS OURO VENCEDORES, Brazil 2012 - MASSIMO D'AZEGLIO, Italy, 2012, 2013 ,2016 - CITA DEL GALATEO, Italy in 2013. His poem titled YOUNG GREEK SOLITARY was included in Poetry Anthology - U.S. Library of Congress. Works and lives in Athens.
Καθώς τελειώσαμε ονειροπολώντας αυτό σήμαινε πώς είχε τελειώσει η τοποθέτηση των σημαδιών στη Γη και τώρα ήταν η κατάλληλη στιγμή για να κατεβαίνουμε προς τα κάτω στην αναζήτηση των χρυσών πραγμάτων. Σύμφωνα με τις προβλέψεις των Ονείρων στο πρώτο στρώμα θα βρίσκαμε την Τύχη που με βάση τις συστάσεις των Μάγων του Παραδείσου... θα ήταν λαμπερή και λυτρωμένη απ' όλους τούς αναστεναγμούς της Γης. Αφού θα είχαμε την τύχη στα χέρια μας υπήρχαν πολλές πιθανότητες στο δεύτερο στρώμα σύμφωνα με κάποιον τυφλά πιστό Αρχαίο Αστρολογικό Θρύλο να συναντήσουμε την 'Αγάπη. Και αφού η Γη θα μας είχε αγαπήσει επιτέλους, στο τρίτο στρώμα, όπως μαρτυρούσε η διδασκαλική Πνοή των θεμελιωτών της Γένεσης, όλες οι πιθανότητες οδηγούσαν στην Ευτυχία. Για να πιστέψετε πόσο σοβαροί ήμασταν σε αυτή την Αναζήτηση της Ευτυχίας στα βάθη της Γης αρκεί να σας πω ότι για να είμαστε απόλυτα σίγουροι το σχέδιο διευκρίνιζε ότι οι ερευνητές έπρεπε να είναι πολύ προσεκτικοί γιατί η μυστηριώδης μας Γη κρατούσε μέσα της τσέπες πυρός που θα μπορούσαν να κάψουν τα χρυσά μας πράγματα. — Μην ανησυχείτε... μας παρηγόρησε ένας. Η αγαπημένη μας Γη κρατάει μέσα της και ρεύματα υδάτων για να σβήσουμε σε περίπτωση κινδύνου... τις επικίνδυνες φωτιές. Κι έτσι λίγο-λίγο από το Ονειρο στο παίδεμα από το παίδεμα στο άγχος επιτέλους η Γη άνοιξε. Πιστεύω καταλαβαίνετε... Ήμασταν σίγουροι ότι επιτέλους είχαμε μπροστά μας (παρόλο που δεν το επιθυμούσε κανένα από τα γραπτά του Κόσμου) μια άσπρη μέρα. Δυστυχώς όμως η Γη που εξακολουθούσε να είναι δική μας δεν μας επιφύλασσε τίποτα το ιδιαίτερο αφού για τον εαυτό της εκείνη δεν είχε ονειρευτεί κανένα μέλλον και για την ύπαρξη χρυσών πραγμάτων ούτε καν της έπεφτε λόγος. Και μάλιστα ακριβώς από αυτή τη δική της αδιαφορία το νερό που ήταν το ελαφρότερο όλων έχει ανεβεί ψηλά και οι ελπίδες μας αναπόφευκτα φλογερές έσβησαν από το πρώτο στρώμα.
The Greek poet ILIAS FOUKIS , was born on 16 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, Swedish,Norwegian,Serbian, 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.
VOYAGE OF JESUS CHRIST
Of all the dreams on the background of which calamity and fatalism have reigned I still am unable to forget that one with which I began my Tour of the World at the geographical point where Love was born and broke off at the point where humans came to hate one another. In a completely natural way I began to hunt down Hate but after a while this comfort turned into confusion since I had just read the Dialectic of Moses and I had to appease my own spectres regarding the anxiety which had then gripped Moses as to the essence of History which if you judge by the winds as they caress the windows of Jerusalem doesn't seem to be tragic at all.
But it seems to me that Moses as the wind scattered his thoughts through the Desert may have acted in haste. The windows of Jerusalem have looked out on Idols alone. Those which did not pose any threat to the City but just as they were not dangerous they were also uncorrectable and thus could disturb the conscience of Citizens regarding the morals of Heroes which on the heels of the enslavement of human souls began to spread the cloud of doubt so in the end not one person was liberated. And so great was the misunderstanding of this People that it nearly became a bosom friend of God until the autumnal nakedness of Mt. Sinai was decked out in the crusade of this entire People which went to be punished converting into dust the Happiness which Fate had ordained for it. All the wilderness left behind was enough to confirm what had once been but a spectre... As soon as it was delivered from the intoxication of the divine temperament the visionaries of the Dialectic which was baptized by the hot Wind and the Soul saw that Heaven was nowhere to be found.
Around them could be seen only milling Humans... not to say Rome... power... cold logic. But that was enough for us to pull away from you and Earth. In another world by now I had absolutely no chance of determining whether Jerusalem had moved to Hell or to Paradise just as Jerusalem had no way of knowing that with Hate stretching before me my eye would be drawn to Heaven just as my body to Earth and would continue to be beset by visions to bring before the empty eyes of this World the unfortunate past of White Idealism.
That is why hope is not to be found as everything has become terribly blurred and I'm afraid the most dreadful thing of all will soon rule. Holy Scripture has begun to stagger about the Earth refusing to stride in step with the worldly walk going back to the time the Steps of this World first became imperial and night was getting ready to fall on that World so that all of these games of absolutely no seriousness all of these doubts and conjectures would be arranged like Black Legends on the banks of the Jordan river. Thus the following day only one thing would come true from the Dream I saw. Its flow cannot be contained in mere undulation without mysteries signs and shadows of the life beyond. And that has dispassionate aims...specific... so the only thing that can be faced in this World will be the Punished People which as I meant to tell you above will pervade History having before it the Desert there in its eternal place seeking explanations for the return of Idealism from the Jordan river... and if I'm not mistaken not even that one has the right to return quite the same as all other beings who do not belong to any God. Translation by PHILIP RAMP
