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Οι λέξεις είναι το ισχυρότερο όργανο δημιουργίας. Κάθε πιθανός συνδυασμός τους έχει την απόλυτη, τη μοναδική δύναμη να ονομάσει τα πράγματα και τα φαινόμενα, θεμελιώνοντας έτσι τη βάση της ανθρώπινης σκέψης. Η υπόγεια διαδρομή των λέξεων, Δεκέμβριος 2009, Γιάννης Πολιτόπουλος

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The winner of the March 2011 VoicesNet Writing Contest is "The look of the rain", a short story by Γιάννης Πολιτόπουλος of Greece.

Παρασκευή, 30 Οκτωβρίου 2015

The starlight


When it rains, the sky often seems immersed in an otherworldly contemplation.
Then it seems to me that only a poem can describe exactly what the heavenly sea feels.
But this heavenly writing remains lonely even in her random socialization.
Those moments take action the routes of stary lights, which mold the called starlight.
To thus created the first emblem of the myth of the stars, which even silently are seeking the common text of the universe.
Besides, when the sky cries with rain, a small text grows and instills its meaning to human eyes.
Besides, nothing surprising does happen, it suffices to consider the lives of legends where stars instill the feelings of our existences.
After all, the starlight is a true happiness.
I felt it, I see it, I will enjoy it forever.

Yannis Politopoulos

Σάββατο, 24 Οκτωβρίου 2015

Through the silence


A lamp is flying
through the heart

A smile is carrying
a dream of love waves

Then something smiles

The destiny of poetry
is coming using the sea of feelings

In her eyes
art is reading the dreams

As it always happens
to the book of the next silence

Yannis Politopoulos

Παρασκευή, 16 Οκτωβρίου 2015

From Poetry to Life


A thought is crying
through the fields of heart

A smile is swimming
through the eyes of truth

A feeling is running
through the silence of mind

Then suddenly a couple is lying
to the memory of future

And the truth is getting stronger
as words are running to the road of atmosphere

Yannis Politopoulos


Σάββατο, 10 Οκτωβρίου 2015

Traveling to friends


to my wife Vania
and my son Apostolo

The small but so great word found the right occasion a warm autumn afternoon.
From Vania's sweet lips started without anybody being aware of and began to travel in every corner of this beloved blog.
It was the word friendship, which for centuries is one of the most powerful forces of human life.
On her lips  the word always had Vania's beloved combinations  as friendship, eternal friendship, unique friendship and mythistorical friendship.
The word needed only a few hours to reach every corner of the planet and to wish everyone something for one of the most important events of human existence.
Besides, so happens with all pure words. They are traveling in the body, the spirit and soul of the people.
Because the universe is infinite, because the human mind is infinite.
As for the word friendship, it constantly returns to Vania's lips and from there to my writing.

Yannis Politopoulos

Παρασκευή, 2 Οκτωβρίου 2015

The touch of glance

         The rain has just stopped, when the woman’s glance traveled to the edge of the sea for the first time. There, where at the previous nights dream was placed the glance of the end of one mans loneliness.
          Now, the woman was trying to kiss by her glance the future that her own life had promised to her.
          Almost at the same time the man was standing at the same edge of the sea, hopping that luck could offer him at last a unique love.
          They were both leading actors of a story without knowing it. Of a story witch the life itself was filming.
          Suddenly, the man first felt the desire to look straight into the eyes of the woman, and he did so, by sending a glance to caress her eyes.
          The woman sensed immediately that the end of a handsome man’s loneliness penetrate her. And she accepted the man’s look by extending her hand to the side of the man’s glance coming.
          To the touch of their love looks the light autumn wind started transporting the suspicion of their first internal caress to the edge of the eternal summer of their life.
          And even the rain slept away, understanding that the infatuation was turning into love.
          And love is the leader demonstration of the universe.  

Yannis Politopoulos