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.
Questo è il miovolume dipoesie'' ILTESTAMENTODIUN DIOMINORE''che è stata pubblicatain Amazzonia. Si compone di47poesiesuddivise inquattro ciclidi poesia. Primo Ciclo-Razza di Caino -12poesie. Secondo Ciclo-Inizio e finedelle passioni-8poesie. Terzo Ciclo- Il giro delmondo con unDonChisciotte-18poesie. Quarto ciclo-AvvisodiApollo-9poesie.
Se noi due ci amassimo un giorno intero la mattina dopo ci sveglieremmo con il pensiero che nonostante la forza colossale del male con lo stesso dinamismo ci potremmo amare anche tutto l’anno.
Visto che noi due ci ameremmo tutto l’anno quale limpido orizzonte ci vagherebbe innanzi l’idea che al contrario delle pupille vieppiù fosche noi ci ameremmo in modo sempre più splendido nei secoli dei secoli.
E se a noi due riuscisse un miracolo del genere lievi e ingenui come tutte le velocità correremmo al pensiero di poterci amare per tutti i secoli dei secoli.
Quest’ultimo pensiero tuttavia sarebbe alquanto gravoso… e severamente puniti gli dei dell'Olimpo con carica suprema ''Per dare all'umanita il segreto della Felicita'' e sotto il peso del suo cieca puo morire.
Ordem Heráldica dos Parlamentares e Comendadores do
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Thisis theprize ''OSCARDEDOSOUROVENCEDORES''
I was givenby the Federationof SenatorsandDeputiesof Brazil, NordestinaLeagueincooperationwithORKUTTVin SanPaolo, Brazil on 16December21012, the proposal ofthe Presidentofthe Academy ofArtsandLettersin Riode Janeiro, LadyEdiniraSilveira. Priceisanimportantgivenpersonalitiesfromdifferent fields ofCulture, Art,ScienceandHumanism.
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Thisis theprize Literary '' MASSIMO D' AZEGLIO''
Thisliterary awardgiveninBarletta, Italy, ADDMAIORACulturalAssociationunder the auspicesof the President oftheAssociationMrs.CostantineLosccoco. I gained for thepoem-KingSolomon. ==============================================
Thisis theprize Literary '' CITTA DEL GALATEO ''
Thisliterary award, givento the cityGalatoneItaly, CulturalAssociation-VerbumlandiArt, under the auspicesof the President oftheAssociation,Mrs.ReginaResta.I gainedaboutpoeticcyclewitheightpoemstranslated intoItalian byMaurizioDeRosa. =============================================
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Prize Lityerary MASSIMO D'AZEGLIO 2016 for the poem '' GLI EPIGONI '' .
============================================================= YOUNG GREEK SOLITARY If such be the will of the God on Earth without needing to sing the praises of Zeus today I... will walk all day on the Earth. And more importantly as soon as I glimpse the secure distance Ive kept from death... praise be to Apollo... I will not be disturbed by the demon of Self-Destruct If such not be the will of the God of the Heavens then my dreams which lay siege to the essence of Existence will like Sisyphus be caught in the nightmare of pointless labor so not even one meter of heaven will be granted... and do you know where these Dreams for a better World and a Beautiful Greece will end?
Unobserved and slowly they will be eaten by the rust and the dust of forgetfulness.
If such be the will of the God of the Sea my own specters which are armed with gravity of conscience and forgiveness will then have the rare opportunity of washing away the living sins of Troy which have become the most dangerous Olympus with their cynical anticipation be theEternalGreecebefore the eyesof the world.
If such not be the will of the God of Fire then I who know better the fatal bond of Greece with Flames will lose my last chance to show mercy and the Cities will continue to quietly burn.
And indeed... if such not be the will of the God of Love because of this horrifying alienation which human emotions have undergone no one will love me at all.
The worst thing though is that this Tragedy will not simply end here... This God of Love has come highly touted by Olympus...
A good deal more than your usual Idols and different from them usurper of all longings and with many possibilities for immortality.
And all the departing travelers will testify that no matter where they went they saw none of this incredible love anywhere which in itself would be enough to convince the easily deceived world that the Summit had been worth the effort.
Few people love each other in this World. And these few love each other only as much as they are permitted by the thought that you can never ascend into the Great Sky because there... there has truly evolved an anthropic History but one that's been lived by the Gods alone...
And for us to stay in the life which endures more or less but for a single Season we in any case my dear Apollo were in no quandary... felt no mystery... because we never expressed any interest in being Gods.
The problem is very simple...
We are not wanted on this Earth...
Utterly paralyzed and directionless we have moved about in the world without being observed by anyone...
Perhaps we should get organised we the Great Anonymous mass to bring this madness with false Heroes to an end those who only the Gods with their own wretchedness know how to erect...
And as if Troy wasn't enough to tyrannise Greece then Olympus went and committed a crime of its own as well.
The brain of the World has become stupefied flinging at their hollow heads its ferocious desire to be God.
By these Gods which will control everything from on high and even more appalling us who Will and Chance in tandem have wanted to keep down here... despite the fact we roamed the Earth backwards and forwards to bring about Great Changes in the World all opinion will defame us and none of our testimony will ever be heard.
And that is also why I'm afraid that we who walked on the Earth alone will be left completely devoid of history.
Quando gradeias a terra és obrigado
a olhar para os dois lados.
Quando desvias a cabeça do lado
esquerdo do coração
sentes-te satisfeito
porque és aquele que espantosamente
arrasta sobre o gélido academicismo
da Matéria. Pensamento e Temporada.
Quando viras a cabeça
para o lado direito dos Sonhos
tristemente confirmas
que tudo ganhou uma alma
e que nesta Ordem Nova das Coisas
a Terra é que te está a arrastar
com uma disposição feroz
e com o demonismo do declínio.
E que nada mais podes fazer
do que pôr travões
no coração e nas paixões
acreditando que a evolução da História
na tua mente... tão cheia de pensamentos...
é que te deveriam levar à conclusão
que seria a felicidade absoluta
mesmo que tivesses a ser arrastado
mas olhando para o centro...
que é sempre o alvo.
Depois concluis que desde que perdeste
o lado esquerdo do Coração
e também o lado direito dos Sonhos
deverás ficar exactamente onde estás.
Como um grito de raiva e indignação
por os movimentos errados dos Mundos.
Enfants de héros et de divinités Qui à chaque génération A eu sa part de malédictions Et dont la fuite en avant A toujours été un faux-fuyant Mettant les cités et leurs habitants A feu et à sang Il n'est que d'évoquez Oedipe Ulysse Hélène et les Troyens Antigone Zeus Achille Agamemnon Cassandre Andromaque Prométhée Clytemnestre Circée Thèbes et les Achéens .
L'histoire nous a conté Ces épisodes de guerres Toutes aussi meutrières Et nous avons toujours répété.
Réussirons-nous un jour A enlevé à Achille cette folie meurtrière Sans recours au dopage de la guerre A la méthadone des petites violences A le ramener chez lui au coeur de la nuit A changer notre destin Sans nous emparer du sien A éclairer les pénombres de l'existence Comme celle de la pénurie d'aujourd'hui Ce sera alors une grande beauté Une Beauté différente Plus aveuglante que la sienne Mais infiniment plus limpide.
Heal these islands Elias.
look out toward the flat seas
of the mediterranean.
There your inspiration must come.
The pleasant heat has been dropped to
hook a winter.
Dig deep into the columns of your spirit
and Write a piece for greece.
Bring back the abundance like
the sacred baked herb bread.
Like the tart olives and ripe grapes.
Like the oceans bounty and the
blessing in your words.
Elias Foukis bring greece back to the vital
epoch where democracy and philosophy
reigned as gods.
Continue to awe us with your epic
writing, let it be the medicine
to cure these sweet warm islands.
Before winter and the north insist on
a scapegoat.
