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If We Do Not Change Something Now, We Will Not Ever Change it


I do not like writing during the days of chaos. I hate to write almost about anything. I enclose myself in four walls, four streets and I look a world who’s pulsing and a street which is burning. Then we stay right here; me and you and another one too, and we are all forgotten and Athens alone going mad entire lives in the turbulence of the facts, being contradicted by itself with the same music, non-poetic and unconventional. Core of the whole and of chaos together.
And you are left with nothing because in places like ours fires fade in nightfalls and light up by day. And I do not remember there was a solution ever and might never ever exist one. And tell them to stop because I’m afraid, because I cannot see them fully armed, arrogant around me with masks of enforcement and of powers. And tell them to leave, there is not a solution being here, it is nothing. And tell them that they too are children and if violence is not the solution, then just leave it. Stop the rape so as to make the reactions stop. And tell them again, that they were children too and they did not grow up with guns.
And the roads are blocked and the light turn out and the people and the day return back every time a step. The bearings are remaining empty, and everyone is left to forget why Athens is flaring up each year. And we stare at each other. And you hear many things, probably you believe them, and many years passed without meaning and became exaggerations and we were left to goa step backwards again. But now, ask them … now where? Ask them now where will violence lead us, ask them who nourished all those who overdo it? Ask them to tell you why do they hit? Who are they hitting? A society is sick and the center of it mortifies.
And take them away from me and get me out of here. And take me back to a place of freedom, if there was ever such place, there you should take me. And speak to me and laugh with me and tell me that now everything is ended, and there are worse things elsewhere, to go there, and not fighting at each other every single day. Tell me that all have passed and they have learned by their mistakes and they are not terrorizing us anymore and that they do not stand ready and armed everywhere as if we are beasts. And talk to me about how I will start from tomorrow to think freely again, not to let my soul been polarized, not being overpowered by the fire.
If We Do Not Change Something Now, We Will Not Ever Change it.

Rafaella Maneli

Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..
Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..

You Can find the original text in Greek language right underneath

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Don & Juan


And then her eyes shined
with a shine never to be seen
And her lips glowed
in a red glow never to be tasted
Her hands moved slowly
towards his unshaved face
And she kissed him
in a way that no one has ever kissed again

This is the story of two lovers that met one day of May and never again leave each other alone.

It was night. A night that none of them will ever forget. A night that fate played its games once again. A lonely night, not of people around them, but lonely of love. It was the month of May. It was him, and it was her. Two souls meant to be together but never met before. You can call it fate, karma or whatever you like. But they were there. Looking each other, loving each other with just one look.

He was 12 years older. She was 12 years younger. But what does age matters to love? Love. An eternal word. A word that you can tell, but never describe. A word that has so many meanings. But they, they were loving each other with every possible meaning of love. They were lovers, even before they have met. They were soul mates that never die. They were the fulfillment of love.

And the wind blew once again
And covered their eyes
With rain, snow and dust
But they were standing there
Holding hands
Loving each other

The story is very big. It started, but never ends. It is a story that anyone can end it whenever he likes. It is an endless story if you want it to be. But they are here, there, everywhere. They are wherever you want them to be.

Days passed, weeks, months, almost a year. But they were one. They became one by the time they touched each other. In their “holy place”. They united eternally. Nature was their so called priest. The trees, the moon, the winds and every single breath were their witnesses. They needed no one else. They had each other.

And when the time comes, you will know
Gods always show their signs
And you will be alone no more
And I will be alone no more

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There are many stories that can be told inside this little story. There is one story in every story that exists. Love is the story. The author is different.

They decided to leave behind their past lives, and moved away. They have gone to a small beautiful town, where they started slowly building their new dreams. The things were not easy, but they were simple as both of them used to say. He loved her and so did her. So their love was the solution to everything.

And there were times of sadness and crying
And there were times of sorrow
But there was always love to guide them
And their love was strong

Their story can be a poem, a painting, a novel, even History or a myth. Their story is a tale of love. A love story with mythical facts and true words.

His name was Don and hers was Juan. They are not their real names, but what does it matter? You can put your names if you want to, or just leave the Don and Juan.

They shared hopes, dreams, moments, but above all they shared their passion for everything around them. They wanted to learn everything. To travel the world. To write music. To compose poems. They kept on writing, composing, talking and holding each other every single day that passed.

And the time has come
For their souls to leave this world
And the world cried
With tears of happiness, nor of sorrow
And they lived together
Forever and ever

The story never ends. As long as lines can be written and added. The story will never end. Love lives eternally. Love never dies. Neither does this story. Start it and end it all over again. From the beginning to its end. But always write down the lines. Every time different lines. Different words combined together, as their souls did and continue doing it.

And the story will never end
Their love will be eternal
The story is me and you
The story is every Don and every Juan

Make your own story out of it. Understand it however you like or want. Fulfill it your own ways. But always remember. The story ends whenever you want it to end. Don & Juan never ended their story. And they lived happily ever after.

Georgios Rachiotis

Georgios Rachiotis is a freelance writer for the past decade as well as a radio producer-presenter and multi-instrumentalist. He is the founder of Literatology and also the Chief Editor and MAnager of it. He likes music, poetry, literature, arts, mythology and all kinds of stories and tales as well as folklore. He also attends courses of History, Literature & Poetry in Universities all over the world.
Georgios Rachiotis is a freelance writer for the past decade as well as a radio producer-presenter and multi-instrumentalist. He is the founder of Literatology and also the Chief Editor and MAnager of it. He likes music, poetry, literature, arts, mythology and all kinds of stories and tales as well as folklore. He also attends courses of History, Literature & Poetry in Universities all over the world.

Unless you lived History, read it – Dido Sotiriou & History


All of us can change the float of History. When? All those times when we decide to distance ourselves from the present time, all those days that we accept the mistakes of peoples as a result of all human nature. All the times that by being objective, we see the history of peoples as a unified universe and we only have the need to look to the future.

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A Trip Without Return by Dido Sotiriou

History is written every day, is passing and is lost beside us, is woven for us and by us. Such an approach is not utopian. We are born notable, so that we can lend something more to that already exists. This is where lies the secret of the world and of the independence, on the target and the creation.

Numerous times the books offer an unprecedented awakening. But…

How long ago did you read something that agitated you really, that prevented you to get out of the rhythm of its pages, which drove you to a sleepless night?

Literature is not just entertainment. It’s the way to live countless lives with the same person. Like young outcast viewers.

It took me so many years to understand that some books are part of my self and of my mind and that their authors are not only talented, but also parts of history.

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There will be none that I could compare with Dido Sotiriou. Her writing sample is remarkable. Not only because she was just excessively gifted but also because everything that exists in her books is a distillate of life, of a true and distressed soul which gives people something of its own history.

Regardless of beliefs, mindsets and torques, Dido Sotiriou is presented to the reader through her ​​books. And she often takes a sacred form. Not because she is a writer, not because you realize that she exudes pure personal experience through her stories, but for all the reasons that you stand in silence in front of those who have lived what you now hear and you tremble for.

It’s easy to learn the facts, it is easy to speak about them scientifically, but it is not easy to follow the Greek postwar History through a live narration.

In her book “Mandate” Dido Sotiriou is conveyed to a past that we prefer to let forgotten. She talks about a series of post-Civil War conflicts, for a continuous injustice and abolition of freedom and life. In her “Mandate” she then speaks of a Greece that we all strive to tuck away. The place of the division, of contradictions and of intrigue.

In that book you ache with those who ache. Because books magically eliminate space and time. And when the persons are real, and when the heroes still exist, you read and you read in order to bring catharsis some time. To feel that fair prevailed, the right thing.

The narratives are peculiar however in life. In the case indeed, who get the importance of historical testimony, then they rarely end with a desired manner.

What I will not forget is that Dido Sotiriou succeeds in all of her works to harmonize war and division with all aspects of life. She misses none. Even into the darkness flashes of life and love occur. But the most beautiful element in her writing and in the spirit of that, is that so strongly she integrates you on the psyche and the roles of the heroes. She initiates you to the images (1)injustice of the world, and in the end, so knowingly, she leaves you torn. You stand alone to toss about who won and who was eventually the victim. That’s because history operates with precision mechanisms. The heroes, the aggrieved ones or even the bold ones are gilded even after years. She leaves the abusers living by carrying their own stigmata. Never the victims are obvious.

Unless you lived history, read it, learn what happened in the streets you walk. What orders were taken in the language you speak. Do not learn history for others, learn it for yourself, for all those days that you will need to look back to appreciate and protect what’s already gained. Remember: if now the world is unrighteous, there was certainly a time that it was much worse. The solution lies on impulse.

Rafaela Maneli

Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..
Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..

You Can find the original text written by Rafaela Maneli in Greek Language right underneath

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The Delphic Epsilon


It is truly admirable within the meaning of admire and wonder at the same time, that a letter of the alphabet is by itself a topic of great discussions. The atmosphere surrounding the letter epsilon, and by extension the Delphic epsilon, as it is called, is very mystical.

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The Delphic Epsilon was placed at the top of the pediment of the temple of Apollo at Delphi and it was accompanied the known to everyone “know thyself” and “Meden Agan” in the lower right corner of the same pediment.

The letter epsilon as a symbol, for the uninitiated, is directly related to the Delphic solar rituals, the initiation and more simply, of man to the light. Therefore, its placement at the top of the pediment of the temple of Apollo declares the perpetual relationship with the light, the perfection and therefore epsilon indicates the luminous. We understand that this is thus the key for all the Delphic mysteries.

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The only information that we have, come from Ploutarchos, and this because the disclosure to someone uninitiated was a morale and criminal offense. From Pythagoras we know that the letter epsilon as a number is denoted by five. The interest in my opinion on this is that the number five stands for the four cosmological elements, such as land, air, water and fire with the quintessential of ether. And I say interesting because, all of the above mentioned synthesize human.

By analyzing further the letter epsilon, we find that it is the second of letters, of those having voice and it declares Apollo, the second largest after the god Zeus. On the other hand the number five indicates the concept of numbers as a “fifth” and thus is expressed the Pythagorean view that the number is the first and the ultimate cause of all things and that God eternally geometrizes.

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According to Plutarchos, therefore, who is also our only source, as I have already stated, the unit is common in power in both species. This happens because if the unit is added to any number, makes the even number an odd and the odd number an even. Number two, on the other hand is the first even number and number three is the first odd. Therefore, the sum of these two numbers gives an excellent value, because as a first number it consists of first numbers and has been called by the Pythagoreans a marriage, because of the similarity with the unifying relationship, of even numbers to the woman and of odd numbers to the man.

Something else that we also find, is that by none mixture of them, not an even number is born, but always an odd number and never an even number when added to it even creates an odd number, but neither comes by nature, than just the inability to give birth to another. We understand, however, that if odd numbers are added to odd numbers generate many even numbers. All of the above mentioned is due to the understanding of the relationship with Apollo’s epsilon. The common point lies exactly in that Apollo is praised as eternal and indestructible, in correspondence with the epsilon (five) which if multiplied by itself it always ends in himself or in tens. And this is done indefinitely.

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Finally, I would like to point out that behind the Greek language lies an entire philosophical system. The Greek language is the Word, and the Word is expressed ambiguous and proportionally to countless scaled levels.

Alexandra Zevgiti

Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.
Alexandra Zevgiti is studying History and Archaeology in the University of Ioannina. She likes poetry, art & literature and she loves writing short stories and poems. As a member of Literatology she writes articles and short stories as well as some poems.

Samhain or Halloween?


Because the 31st of October is near, I thought it would be nice to write something about, the celebration of the Eve known widely as Halloween. Halloween is the typical name for that great celebration of the pagan and Wiccan religions. It is true name is Samhain, who was and old Celtic God and we will discuss about it bellow. It is a common phenomenon that day, kids to dress up like witches, Snap-Apple_Night_globalphilosophywolves, mummies and like other creatures that exist in fairytales, even in the imagination in anyone’s mind’ then walking by door to door and asking the famous question: “trick or treat?”, for exchange they are getting sweets from the house keepers in order not to be frighten by they dressed up children. But that is a modern tradition that establish around the 1940`s. The point is that the Halloween that we know today has that specific form totally different from its exact meaning and importance. So, what do we truly know about Samhain and even Halloween?

Let’s take things with a row. At first, the tradition of the kids that are walking from door to door asking for sweets, has started (?) in Great Britain and Ireland but with a total different character and even meaning. It was the known “Souling”. In the “Souling”, children and poor people, were visiting the houses and would sing and say celtic-halloweenprayers for the dead, while the housekeeper in return would give them cakes. That custom was really famous since the 18th century. It is easy to conclude that even during the 18th century the Halloween was an eve dedicated to the dead people and ancestors. With a few words, really close to its true meaning.

According to Celtic mythology Samhain was one of the Celtic Gods. It was the one that was related and worshiped as the God of the Dead, although some rumors of the Catholic church are disputing that and claim that is another chance of the pagans to celebrate. It hasn’t been established by accident the 1st of November as a day of

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Invokation To The Crone At Samhain

all saints. For the saints that didn’t have a day that their names would be celebrated already. That happened around the middle of the 18th century. The pagans that lived in the area used to celebrate the Samhain anyway, so the 1st of November suddenly appeared to be related with the celebrations of the pagans anyway. The masses which was said on All Saints’ was called Allhallowmas – which actually means the mass of all those who are hallowed. The night before naturally became known as All Hallows Eve, and eventually morphed into what we call Halloween. That is why we use the name Halloween.

The true meaning of Samhain is total different and much deeper than that. The Sabat of Samhain is believed to be the most appropriate day to honor the ancestors that existed before you even do. That is of course why, the veil with the living world and the world of the dead is thinner than any other day of the year. So, according to the pagans that is the right day to contact the spirit world, if you willing to do it anyway. It is also believed to be the most dark day time of the whole year.

According tough to the Celtic diary, the sunset of Samhain is the begging of a new year. It normal such a thing if we consider that the autumn is getting to an end and the winter is coming. Which means that the earth is starting to die and the nature is also in a dying state.

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The days are having less light in that time of year while the nights are getting bigger. So, with the end of all nature related things for a season, comes the end of the year. That is of course related also with the day of the dead. That Sabat is to honor the dead in order not to have anything left to be done, before the New Year begins.

Whatever, it is Samhain meaning is, it is for sure a great and lovely celebration. For the pagans it is their day time to cast spells and contact the spirit world, reaching a high level of spirituality in that way, while for the rest of people is a way to spend money and haveSamhain_by_TristJones as well fun, they and their little kids. In my opinion it is cruel thing for anyone’s philosophy and religion to end up like a commercial celebration while in reality is such a sacred day. In anything that is religion related respect must be shown. In any religion. In the end wisdom and stupidity is two totally different things.

 

Nikoleta Vemvetsou

 

Nikoleta Vemvetsou is 19 years old and she is currently studying History & Archaeology in the University of Ioannina, which was a childhood’s dream as she recalls. She writes articles on various topics including history, arcaeology, literature, poetry and more, in many blogs, newspapers and magazines as well as her own poetry. She is the co-founder of Literatology and also a co-chief editor of the Literatology team.
Nikoleta Vemvetsou is 19 years old and she is currently studying History & Archaeology in the University of Ioannina, which was a childhood’s dream as she recalls. She writes articles on various topics including history, arcaeology, literature, poetry and more, in many blogs, newspapers and magazines as well as her own poetry. She is the co-founder of Literatology and also a co-chief editor of the Literatology team.

Love Through Those Who I Love


 

There is no better starting point of thought than Emmanuel Kriaras: “without love we are rocks”, so; the experience of a soul and of a century speaks and vibrate for love. There have not used most leonidafremovsonorous words to deliver the principal of meanings. Simple words speak by themselves and prepare the driving force of life.

Nobody was able to demarcate love, to take him over and above his spikes. But love never ceased to be the energy that motivates nature. Such an approach is not romantic. In love we speak with the need, with that innermost desire. We observe that the world breaks down and remakes, ​​moves and mutes for our most vile needs. But we have another source nature, the most noble of all, that often brightens the most beautiful aspect of us, the torque in love.

In love we are defeated daily and this is not pessimistic. Love is won by allegiance says Christianopoulos and who can oppose to that? We’ve been defeated by the most vibrant of our thoughts, of our most unselfish feelings, of all those things we strive to bury. We are tanking by our own being. We are exceeding by all those which we consider to be outdated, misfit at such times. Naturally we have “a trafficker pride» says Dimoula. These are human versions which are employed in erotic moments, in exaggerated lives, subservient to leak-proof loves.

Love is claiming with momentum, wins and loses the same time. Loses in those dark days when the need of desire is greater than that which could be reclaimed. It loses in our doldrums moments with timid causes, in everything we fear and so suddenly we create. But it is undoubtedly the best solution, it is the strongest trigger for a long procedure of self-criticism. Because it is the fear of abandonment such, that commonly opens the road to completion, sets out the toughest guidelines.

Kazantzakis once wrote that “I love means perish”. And indeed we perish, everyone perishes. He had expressed in such manner, the truest of emotions. We go through small daily Dante hells. Love is Sandro_Botticelli_-_Inferno,_Canto_XVIII_-_WGA02854the flames that flare up and curve, pyre that freeze time. It’s the only time that in decay eternity is contrasted.

Even the impetus for rhythmic writing is love. It is that which led the humans outside of the leak-proofs, is not subjected to laws, it denies money and races.

Someone writes so as to be able to verify his position in the world, he writes mainly to talk about the unexpressed and so love would never be told. There will always be Bart talking about him in his “quotes of the erotic speech”, so many would keep looking for him, but would be the sweet momentum that endlessly sways us in moral and immoral, from the already told in untold.

The texts that speak for love have a strange waving, making us their estate in lure words. In love you do not talk morally, you do not count times, you do not operate on tactics, and true love is the P.152mutual condition that forces your body to dominate. Someone falls in love coincidentally, perhaps fateful and sees the light coming from within.

Seferis never experienced love like a hassle, but as a ceaseless celebration, praised as one verse. And in my opinion it was the most intelligent thought of his life. We often feel that everything is too poetic for us, very different of what we are already experiencing. But it cannot be believable that our era has made us captive of instability and anesthesia. Each one of us can experience the ultimate of the lyrics of Kornaros, even though they seem so far away.

I’m not trying to give you in other words a more poetic version of the daily love. I’m just trying to say that love will always be our nature, equally despicable and exalted, the same coward and saucy. Unequivocally and without melodrama. It will be the ultimate purpose for the soul, since for Nietzsche too, even the man finds happiness in the moments he loves. It is love, therefore the desire that keeps us alive.

 

Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..
Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..

 

You can find the original version of Rafaela’s “Love Through Those Who I Love” in Greek Language just underneath… 

 

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Burning Candle – Seeking for True Love


Mt._Rosalie_paintingIt was one of those usual summers back in Greece. In that beautiful island actually. The magic island that is how she used to call it. It was not the place that someone expected to be. Especially for holidays. It has nothing to do with the rest islands in Greece that they are famous for their beaches, sea, even the epic parties. Nothing like that. Actually it was a very quiet island. With only a few residents and a few dozens of tourists every day. It was a bit busy and noisy during the daytime, but in the night, it was the closest thing that she could think of in a cemetery. The only thing you could hear was the barking of a few dogs, or the cars from the other side that were running to reach the crazy rhythms of their own life. Or the other’s life. She couldn’t know.

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In that little island she used to go every single summer since she could recall herself. As I mentioned before it was no ordinary island. It was not surrounded by sea, it was in the middle of a lake. Somewhere between the mountains. If you asked someone about this island, some would say to you that it is a lovely place you should visit. Others, would claim that the island is cursed. Many stories indeed surrounded this island. But she didn’t care. It was her shelter, a place that she could relax, not only from the daily exhausting life she used to follow. But from everyone. Many times she was away even from herself. Other times she used to talk to herself. Making a dialogue. She used to argue a lot. Oh, and when she argued, she was getting stubborn and was not listening to anyone. Not even to herself.

 
two heart tangoHer life was something more than good. Her friends were jealous of her, and used to say that there is nothing to complain about in her life, that everything was perfect. She used to believe them and convince herself that everything that was just perfect. But then why did she use to drink and smoke so much, why she enjoyed the most the quiet nights of the summer all alone that only her island could offer her?

 
All her goals until now were achieved, her personal life was stable, and her finances were more than good. So? There was still something missing. That is how she felt. To tell the truth, it was not that there was just something missing. She usually felt that there was no meaning in anything that she used to do until now. It was that feeling that, she was always missing something, always. It was like she could not find the true meaning of anything although she was feeling that lied right in front of her. It was like she was blind. Or she was blind because she wanted to be.

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Another day was getting to an end in the little island and the sun was setting slowly behind the mountains. She took another cigarette and lit it. Suddenly everything went black. She was in the total darkness. She didn’t mind though. She took her things, a pen and her notebook and started to walk towards her home. Home. That little poor house in that island was the only place that she could call home. Not her apartment in that busy town nor her fiancé‘s one.

 
03afc7bfda41ccf61e45a1aaa0009e7aBy the time she got into her home, she went towards the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. She never liked it but it was the only thing that could make her numb with just a couple of glasses. But she didn’t even needed a glass. She sat down on the sofa opposite of the livings room mirror. And another conversation with herself started. In the darkness of the night and with only the light of the candles to pour some light into her devastated soul.

 
With the first morning light, she stood up from the sofa. She did not like anymore the girl that was looking her straight in the eyes. She didn’t like her long black hair anymore or her skinny body. But most of all she didn’t like the look in her eyes. A look that only the animals who are about to die have. She went upstairs for a quick shower, and she decided to cut her hair. She did not feel sorry while she was seeing her black hair falling on the floor. She felt a little bit better. Afterwards she dressed up and in a hurry she got out of the house for a walk in the edge of the island where she was close to the water of the lake. The beauty all around her could not be described in words. It was a cloudy day but everything seemed so beautiful to her eyes. He took her cell phone and started clearing out her life. She could now tell that she wasn’t blind.

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The beauty of life conclude that exists within us. In the small things that we do, feel or see. She also came to the conclusion that there is no sense into doing things that will satisfy the ones that lives around and not yourself. There is no meaning in compromising in a relationship that doesn’t fulfill you and you just stay because of the force of habit, and the fear that you should stay alone. The meaning of this life that we all live in, is hidden in our daily lives and in the seeking of true love.

 

Nikoleta Vemvetsou

Nikoleta Vemvetsou is 19 years old and she is currently studying History & Archaeology in the University of Ioannina, which was a childhood’s dream as she recalls. She writes articles on various topics including history, arcaeology, literature, poetry and more, in many blogs, newspapers and magazines as well as her own poetry. She is the co-founder of Literatology and also a co-chief editor of the Literatology team.
Nikoleta Vemvetsou is 19 years old and she is currently studying History & Archaeology in the University of Ioannina, which was a childhood’s dream as she recalls. She writes articles on various topics including history, arcaeology, literature, poetry and more, in many blogs, newspapers and magazines as well as her own poetry. She is the co-founder of Literatology and also a co-chief editor of the Literatology team.

Kazantzakis – One Century of Humanism


I remember very well what the first thing that I learned from books was. I remember equally well from whom I was taught. Each writer is definitely different but we always have our own very subjective choice.

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From the time when I was of a young age, I considered Nikos Kazantzakis as something profoundly utopian, a man who never existed and never died; for me is aura! He achieved in his own unique way, what the authors are eternally struggling to achieve; immortality and change.

There is no need to be young enough or older enough in order to read Kazantzakis. It’s not as abstruse as a lot of people want to present him. It is hardly straightforward, if I can use a term like this, because for the heroes of his works, you have to descend to the most rugged layers of your soul.

Every writer comes to our life as a juncture and commonly by choice. Sometimes he/she affects us and other times he/she is forgotten, or simply left for a reprocessing at a more appropriate time.

Books are not only the content, the characters and the stories. In fictional narratives the one who is “pulling the mind”, is the author himself, who manages to complicate notions of the world, within a few words.

If it is to come….

If you ever read Kazantzakis, do not be scared in the beginning by his bizarre writing and from his own words, remember that speaks a language above all social. It is not the Hellenicity of his writing that sweetens the reader but this literary aptitude that makes him capable of placing his characters in a multicultural spacetime. He puts them to speak a language that now lapses, but does not let them to lose the features of his culture. And primarily, he lets them be modern, as we are.
In his books, he creates the most naturalistic human societies, states that we often choose to forget due to their diversity. He reminds us that humans love each other if you put them together and grow big if you divide them. He accepts so natural the brutality of our nature, he places the man in the most dynamic position and feeds him by his weaknesses. Even God in Kazantzakis keeps the most beautiful dimension, becomes a sweet aura, nothing cryptic, but a simple human need, a form we created to alter our soul.
Kazantzakis talks about everything with a way we would like to hear, but he does no favor to us. His pen had the strength to reconcile the left political party with God and the white color with the black. He did not care what you are and who you are, but that you are a person, and even if you’re captious, you would calm down. Always born a poet who ached for the world with the most realistic way, a grounded idealist, a sweet proponent of all those who daily ask us to defend them. For him fair does not always win, but it’s worth trying for. Not because it will change something in the world, but because we would change our souls.
He made people out of soil, water and love. And he blew within the body humanity as well. He gave to the somatization the driving force which it deserved, and he loved woman more than anyone else. Every woman, of every age, and every woman’s body. He did equated love with youth and that is because in each of his writing pages maintains a sense of eternal hope.
He talked about everything, about what still divides us, for civil wars, for poverty, for the soul and authority in an objective and familiar way.

I could write for days. The only thing, though, which perhaps, is worth saying is that Kazantzakis is the writer of humanity. He taught me that well enough. Not of fatalism; in Kazantzakis works, there are no weak heroes that they walk in the shadows. He remains deeply poetic, he always finds people who fall and get up to go back as far as possible in the lifecycle. He is the one calling you to reach out to each other, not for him, especially for you. He is the most appropriate to tell the hymns of life and make you love the sand and the sun. He is somewhat whole, what people expressed through words only. He is the history, the love, the dance and the sin, all in an archetypal Greek mold.

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One and a half century of heaven and earth!

by Rafaela Maneli

Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..
Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..

You can find the original text version in Greek language right underneath…

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Diary Notes For Suicide


The way that I’m walking
Alone and afraid
Is not full of roses
Is not how they said
The truth has been waiting
For me all these years
I stood there and waitedpicture102
With so many fears

My cries are still burning
My pale sickened face
My heartbeats are praying
To put just an end
I screamed and I begged me
To see far beyond
This future that took me
To walk to the shore

I lived and I died
So many years ago
I loved and I cried
For not been loved

Could someone just tell me
How is it to live
Without her by my side
How is it with it
Could someone forgive me
For being so weak
Could someone just give me
The life to live in

Georgios Rachiotis

Georgios Rachiotis is a freelance writer for the past decade as well as a radio producer-presenter and multi-instrumentalist. He is the founder of Literatology and also the Chief Editor and MAnager of it. He likes music, poetry, literature, arts, mythology and all kinds of stories and tales as well as folklore. He also attends courses of History, Literature & Poetry in Universities all over the world.
Georgios Rachiotis is a freelance writer for the past decade as well as a radio producer-presenter and multi-instrumentalist. He is the founder of Literatology and also the Chief Editor and MAnager of it. He likes music, poetry, literature, arts, mythology and all kinds of stories and tales as well as folklore. He also attends courses of History, Literature & Poetry in Universities all over the world.

Whatever we understand, it is a good thing


17th of October.
Looking at the date, it didn’t take less than two minutes to recall in my memory a delightful thought. It is the same memory, the one that overwhelms you after the closer contact with a good literature book.

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“Punch – Oscar Wilde” by Linley Sambourne – Punch, or the London Charivari. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons – http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Punch_-_Oscar_Wilde.png#mediaviewer/File:Punch_-_Oscar_Wilde.png

160 years and a day.
I always remembered the order that the perfectly placed worlds were existing in me, the well-kept books, the impulsive writing, and the sincere pen. And again when I think about all that, I think of Oscar Wilde. There is no one wiser to show you the paths of oration but from a true virtuoso. During this week there have passed almost 160 years from the day that he saw the daylight for the first time. All those years, literature still exists between the shine of the real stars, but it is for sure that it still remembers an intransigent poetic soul.
The biggest mistake of all is cursoriness.

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A person that loves the others and the words, someone that his compassion and life fill the whole world, the one who talks for the good and fills it up, the one who talks about the obscene and atonements it, he is the one who is able to write and create in our minds with colors that won’t come off, in the most secret corners of our mind. I have been imagining the poets always like that. Like short relief days, like bitter ships of a good coffee, to show in that way the essence of life: enjoyable but difficult. I used to imagine of those people to create the soul sections. Simple, with no exaggeration. That is what I remember from Oscar Wilde. Such a big wisdom so obvious that only needed a few words to be expressed. A few words to be written and a few to see, in order to be convinced that the art is the world’s balm. A few words that the mind can recall for many years, by leaving a sense of music, rhythm and… love.
Wilde is talking passionately, lives inappropriate and follows the destiny. He doesn’t seem to care for more neither for less. Someone who does not have a limit, an extraordinary balance of contrasts. Usually exaggerative, deceitful, dreamful, but always passionate and fair Wilde leaves to his readers-lovers soul messages. He places us into the way of living a prodigal life, and his learning it to us from the inside. He always writes more than the one that we expect, writes for himself and for us, he is keeping the world in his hands. He takes the life and step her into the sin and mistakes, like he is showing in that way, the most certain path to follow, destroying in the same time whatever is considered bad, and exists in a human’s mind.
Wilde is still writing and inspiring people, to our era. Always desirable and within our era, forgives and gets forgiven. He leaves you to open his life and the only thing that keeps outside of this is cursoriness.

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He claimed sometime that he is the very end of all mistakes. He believes in the human being, that is why he refuses to accept the close-minded people. But even those, he is trying to excuse them in a way. He is far beyond his own era, and he is the one who is showing the way to freedom, for all these who are just seeking for a touch in order to go further in their lives. He believes that whatever we understand is for a good reason. He replaces us within the world of books, in the most physical place that a human could own, he confess us like beings that are able to feel and communicate. He calls us, in order to be better, and makes clear a strict rule: the part of the brain that is able to remember is not responsible for the sinful life that we choose to follow. In many cases it is actually happening the opposite thing. Our feelings are not guilty, they just are small combinations in order to co-exist. They are the only connections that are guiding us towards the inner. We have the need to grasp the waves the cowardliness and the people that happen to cross the path of our lives. It is them who draw the picture of our lives before we breathe into them the breath of life!

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He is re-born every year more unconventional, more soulful, and born of each new delight!

by Rafaela Maneli

Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..
Rafaela Maneli is studying Communication and MEDIA at the University of Athens, she loves writing and reading books by a very young age. It is above all an instrument of psychotherapy and contact as she usually says. She has participated and won the national competition of poetry of the Hellenic Literature Union and as she grows up she is trying to write as much as possible. ..

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