ΓΙΩΡΓΟΣ ΑΛΕΞΑΝΔΡΗΣ " ΚΑΙ Η ΜΝΗΜΗ ΚΑΘΑΡΤΗΡΙΟ ΦΩΣ"

Πορεύτηκε στον ορίζοντα της ανατροπής,
που τόλμησε να πιστέψει πως υπάρχει
και κατάφερε ν’ ανθίσει προχωρημένα χρόνια,
σπαταλημένα σε διάτρητους και γερασμένους αιώνες.
Κι ανυψώθηκε πάνω απ’ την οικεία  του άβυσσο,
της σκοτεινής βεβαιότητας κι εγκαρτέρησης,
αυτής που θεωρούσε ότι κατέχει και ελέγχει
και την αρνήθηκε, υποκύπτοντας με σύνεση
στον ανυπότακτο κι αυτάρεσκο πειρασμό,
να διαθέσει τον αξόδευτό του εαυτό,
άλλοτε στη σώφρονα λήθη του θεού
και άλλοτε στην υπερβατική μνήμη των ανθρώπων.

Σώριασε όλες του του νου τις αγρύπνιες
και της ψυχής του τις σταυρώσεις
μπροστά στο άγνωστο και το αληθινό,
χωρίς άλλοθι στο κενό και το συμβιβασμό,
με την παρήγορη αίσθηση της συμφιλίωσης
για τα χαμένα χρόνια και τα άπραγα λόγια,
με τη μοναχική αίσθηση της ανωτερότητας,
αυτής που τον συντρόφευε σε κάθε παραίτηση
από κάθε κάλεσμα και κάθε ολοφυρμό,
κι έμεινε απροστάτευτος από κάθε δισταγμό,
να μπορεί να φοβάται πως είναι ο εκλεκτός
χωρίς να εκδικείται καμία εποχή.

Τώρα, τα όνειρα που σμίλευε ως λάφυρα ζωής,
ευτύχησε να τα συγκρίνει πιο φτωχά
απ’ τις στιγμές που βίωσε ανθρώπινα κι απλά,
γιατί εκείνα είχαν όνομα και τούτες ανασαιμιά.
Και η μνήμη του που αγρίευε σε θλιβερά τοπία,
αστράφτει φλόγα πια και καθαρτήριο φως,
άμωμη μπροστά στο ανάγλυφο των καιρών
και διαχέεται πνεύμα λύτρωσης και πνεύμα αρμονίας
στη μήτρα  της αιωνιότητας και στον ιστό της γνώσης.
Μνημόνευσε τα πάθη  του μ’ αντίδωρο σοφίας
και παραδόθηκε συμπόσιο σ’ αυριανές γιορτές,
να ’χει η ζωή αντίκρισμα, σ’ ανθρώπων ευλογία.

                Γιώργος  Αλεξανδρής

ΕΥΑ ΠΕΤΡΟΠΟΥΛΟΥ ΛΙΑΝΟΥ " Η ποίηση"

 Η ποίηση,

Λόγια που δεν ειπώθηκαν 

Συναισθήματα που χάθηκαν σε σιωπές 

Φωνές πού έμειναν σε πόρτες κλειστές 

Φιλίες που ξεχάστηκαν σε κίτρινες φυλλάδες ενός παρελθόντος λαμπερού 

Η ποίηση,

Κράτα μυστικά 

Αγάπης 

Έρωτα 

Ψυχών πού δεν τόλμησαν να 

Γκρεμίσουν δεδομένα 

Στερεότυπα και προκαταλήψεις 

Η ποίηση,

Η μόνη φίλη 

Παρηγοριά 

Η γωνιά του κάθε ευαίσθητου ανθρώπου 

Που τον πολεμούν 

Θεοί και δαίμονες 

©®Εύα Πετρόπουλου Λιανου

LEFTER SHOMO "ME GJAKUN E ZEMRËS"

I vodha diellit mijra mendime

Reflekse ylberi i mora të ndriçosh

Mbi faqe të bardha zemra hedh shkrime

Dëshirën që ndjej,njësoj ta jetosh.

Me shkronja ndërtoj të dashurisë kështjellë

Me dhjetë prej gërmash që kanë të zemrës fill

Idetë si rreze një yll m'i ka sjellë

Kurorë me lule e ndjenja si trill.

Gdhend një fjalë mbi të dashurisë fronin

Pa ojna e fioritura, s' janë për mua

Fjalës dashuroj ia theksoj tonin

Në çdo fjalë, mall puthjengarkuar.

Mungon shumë,ndodhesh larg si distancë

Të përsosurat fjalë në sy kanë strehim

Ngroh duart në letrën tënde të zjarrtë

Sa herë i vendos mbi xhepin tim.

Me bojën e marrë nga zemra ime

Që kurrë s' do gjesh në internet a smartfon

Brenda do gjesh zemërrahje plot ritme

Çdo shkronjë një admirim të dërgon.

Kjo letër e zemrës e mbushur me shpresë

S' ka sipër saj as emrin tënd as emrin tim

Se njerëzve në dashuri u dihet adresa

Shigjetat e saj dinë një destinim.

Lefter ShomoK /52p.i.sh.

Danijela Cuk (Croatia) "YOU ARE WORTHY"

 

YOU ARE WORTHY

You are worthy, remember that,

and never doubt yourself,

no matter how hard it gets,

life truly loves you.

If they insult you, do not listen,

they are not worth your health, know that,

their actions speak about them,

so do not lose your shine because of them.

You are a living soul who deserves happiness,

and your own little oasis of peace,

do not let an empty body without a soul

humiliate you or make you feel small.

The beauty within is what matters most,

if you have that, you have everything,

what is the beauty of the whole world worth to someone

if in the end they remain alone?

What is all the treasure in the world worth

if there is no one to welcome the morning with,

if their heart is fed by cruelty,

and life may return it all tomorrow?

You are worthy, my dear,

because there is only one original,

worthy is not the one who lives with malice,

who is left with loneliness as their only company.

Be aware that you need yourself,

you exist in this world for a reason,

protect your health because no one is worth it

that you become ill because of them.

You are worthy, and I hope you will realize how much,

because you have a soul whose rays are like the Sun in the sky,

and a person without it is empty,

and believe me, no one needs that.

**Danijela Ćuk**

Croatia

Harinder Cheema ( India) - Poetry

 

Brief bio 

Harinder Cheema is an internationally renowned , award-winning poet, novelist, author, editor, anchor, and a motivational speaker. A Naji Naaman Laureate, she stands among distinguished global literary voices and has been featured in 50 Memorable Women, Asia by the Stockholm Project. Her work has also been featured in the prestigious Farsala Academy, Greece, and Café Philo, New Delhi. Her poems have been translated into many national and international languages. She is a motivational speaker and has been invited by many colleges and Universities of India as a guest speaker. She has also graced various national and international literature festivals and events as a distinguished guest.

1. God and Me

Make me like the river oh Lord!

That quenches the thirst of those in need

That gives its water to all,  without the bias of caste and creed

A symbol of abundance flowing even through the weeds

Make me  like the Tree oh Lord!

That does not eat its own fruit

But satisfies the hunger of a passerby 

Walking on that route 

Make me like the Sun oh Lord!

That shines on one and all

That brightens the whole Universe 

And provides warmth to short and tall

Make me like yourself oh  Lord!

So that I become forgiving and fearless

And escape the clutches of the  "Maya "

Please free me from the circle of birth and death.

****

2 .The Satan Walks in Spotless White

I hear  hollow vessels making noise

I see fake  people faking poise

The knowledge exhibition is

 full on

when Wisdom walks all alone

 People are happy to see others sad

I  witness a circus of "Good pretence " with "Intentions bad"

There are performances to get the best actor award

Which baffles this innocent bard

The snake sheds  some thousand skins

And still emerges as a snake from within 

The fangs  intact  for a deadly strike 

Injecting venom with every fatal bite

Beware people! the "Times" are not right

As the Satan walks in spotless white.

****

3. THE MODERN TIMES

Indeed strange times

When strangers have taken control over  our lives

Dear Mark Zuckerberg keeps reminding us of birthdays and anniversaries

Facebook maintains the diary of our memories

"Set a new theme ", is a constant reminder from our cell

The messenger keeps ringing more than the door bell

We are not lost yet people keep searching us on  the google

Life has become such a big puzzle

There are continuous suggestions of people you may know

And I may know them, but how does somebody know that they are the people I know

In the social media it is so easy to undo the things you have done 

it takes only a click to unfriend

You keep on studying profiles as  if  you are a job giver

Where as the sender may be more highly placed than the receiver 

We human beings are surely the brave ones

To escape the pressures of the real world we have built a fake one

There were times one got suspicious of a follower and his intentions

But now proudly the number of followers one mentions

There are challenges thrown all over our face

Pubg,  Kiki dance and the saree race 

People keep on sending attachments without having any attachment actually

They are just forwards sent across casually

Everywhere there is a trust deficit

Sages turn out to be strategists

An age of false smiles

An age of fake profiles 

We are virtually carrying a world in our phone

Which makes me wonder where are all the friends when  I sit to have a cup of coffee all alone

Not just working from home but people are now witnessing burials and cremations online

Sigh! What an age!

And what times!

And I feel a compelling need to write about the times as one day I too will  leave

But the posterity should know that we were brave people indeed.

*****

4.THE BOOK OF LIFE

The river of thoughts flowing within me gathers the silt of knowledge

This life itself is a big book, each page a school, a college

Every day,  I learn from the vastness of the sky to make my heart big

To forgive those who have wronged me and  the past not dig

Each day , the birds teach me that it is more important to be free

And not to be caught in the net of temptations to acquire fame in a hurry

Each day,  the fallen leaf tells me that as compost  it goes back to the tree

And though,  fallen from the heavens high my soul can still connect with  divinity

Each day I see the caterpillar braving challenges to become a butterfly

And blessed with a complex brain, we humans complain and cry

Each day ,the flowers bloom spreading fragrance and colour

But with toxic thoughts we pollute our inner self making our life duller

Each day, I look at the mountain which tries to touch the sky

An impossible feat though it is,  but I marvel as it tries

Each day you will learn something if you open your  inner eyes

Your own awakening can alone make you so profound and wise.

Sandra Fabac - Poetry

 

PEARLS OF THE NIGHT

(Return)

I breathe gently

Relaxed

Thoughts float

about an unusual love

It was not passing

It was different

so loved

that it became music

engraved in a moment

like dewdrops

on vivid leaves

It led me through depths

in which I left

my youth

my name

my city

the sea

memories

Everything was different

The sea was no longer blue

The sea was in us

Somewhere in the strings of music

I waited

for you to recognize me

by the sense of mind

without questions

Patiently

My body remembered your touches

Down my neck I lower

a necklace strung with pearls

What a shine

It is cold

like your hands

I feel them from afar

foreign beds

With my hands I cross the weathered skin

which only you know

You loved the fullness

of my body

And now you love me

You are here beside me this night

but you are not here

A emptiness remains

I carry you

in living cells

in my chest

You know

I will forgive you

that in this night

in the confusion of thoughts

I lie alone

I remained your beauty

as you called me

Preserve me in your thoughts

in the melody

of gentle strings from oblivion

I will adorn you, my love

with verses

 © Sandra Fabac poetesa i humanist

****

EMERGING FROM THE SHELL

(Return)

Iris goddess of the living rainbow

pour your colors across the sky

like rivers of light

over a weary world

Let us remember

one heart

and a thousand voices

born from the same source

Let every smile

become a silent prayer

without words without conditions

so that in each others eyes

we may finally recognize home

May all the children of the world

rest upon the breast of Mother Earth

without fear without borders

rocked gently

by the breathing of love

Too many lives have vanished

like a nameless wind

like candles extinguished before dawn

before we understood

that no pain is foreign

and no tear ever falls alone

So let us walk the path of love

barefoot through the dew of morning

for only love

knows the way through darkness

and leads us back to the light

Pause

Feel the quiet of the meadow

the whisper of grass beneath your hands

the fragile wings of a butterfly

carried by the breeze

And realize

how little we truly need

to be whole

Let love not remain a dream

but the work of the heart

a flame that warms the world

and erases the scars of sorrow

Erase the borders of the Earth

in silence

a new life is already rising

in freedom

Step out of the shell

like light from stone

seeking the peace of a single soul

rooted in time

and blossoming in eternity

 © Sandra Fabac poetesa i humanist 

"Ευτυχώς, Ευτυχία!" του Γιώργου Γαλίτη - Το Τρένο στο Ρουφ στα δημόσια νοσοκομεία της Αττικής

 

ΔΕΛΤΙΟ ΤΥΠΟΥ

Υγεία & Τέχνη Σύμ_μαχοι

«Ευτυχώς, Ευτυχία!» του Γιώργου Γαλίτη - Το Τρένο στο Ρουφ στα δημόσια νοσοκομεία της Αττικής

Με την πεποίθηση ότι η Τέχνη μπορεί να λειτουργήσει ως πράξη φροντίδας και ψυχικής ενδυνάμωσης, η Αμαξοστοιχία-Θέατρο το Τρένο στο Ρουφ και η Τατιάνα Λύγαρη υλοποιούν φέτος το καινοτόμο πρόγραμμα «Υγεία & Τέχνη Σύμ_μαχοι», μεταφέροντας το θέατρο στους χώρους της δημόσιας υγείας.

Στο επίκεντρο της δράσης βρίσκεται η παράσταση «Ευτυχώς, Ευτυχία!» του Γιώργου Γαλίτη, σε σκηνοθεσία της Τατιάνας Λύγαρη, που έχει γραφτεί και σχεδιαστεί ειδικά για τις συνθήκες και τις ανάγκες των νοσηλευτικών μονάδων. Με ζωντανή μουσική, αφήγηση και ενεργή συμμετοχή του κοινού, η παράσταση μετατρέπεται από τους καλλιτέχνες σε μια εμπειρία ουσιαστικής επικοινωνίας, προσφέροντας στιγμές ανάσας και ανακούφισης σε ασθενείς, φροντιστές και εργαζόμενους στον χώρο της υγείας.

Κάθε παρουσίαση ολοκληρώνεται με έναν ανοιχτό κύκλο διαλόγου, όπου θεατές και συντελεστές μοιράζονται σκέψεις και συναισθήματα, με στόχο την ενίσχυση της ψυχικής ανθεκτικότητας και της αίσθησης κοινότητας.

Οι πρώτες παραστάσεις πραγματοποιήθηκαν ήδη με θερμή ανταπόκριση στο Πανεπιστημιακό Ογκολογικό Κέντρο Αθηνά Ιωάν. Μαρτίνου και τη Μονάδα Τεχνητού Νεφρού του Πανεπιστημιακού Γενικού Νοσοκομείου Αττικόν. Το πρόγραμμα συνεχίζεται με παραστάσεις στο νοσοκομείο Άγιος Σάββας, το ΚΗΝ Νίκος Κούρκουλος  και άλλα νοσοκομεία και δημόσιους χώρους υγείας της Αττικής, φιλοδοξώντας να δημιουργηθεί ένα δίκτυο πολιτιστικών παρεμβάσεων που στέκεται δίπλα στον άνθρωπο σε στιγμές δοκιμασίας.

Το πρόγραμμα υλοποιείται με τη στήριξη των κοινωφελών ιδρυμάτων ΚΙΚΠΕ, ΤΙΜΑ και ΜΑΡΙΑ ΤΣΑΚΟΣ.

Συντελεστές

Κείμενο: Γιώργος Γαλίτης

Σκηνοθεσία: Τατιάνα Λύγαρη

Ερμηνεύουν οι ηθοποιοί: Μιράντα Ζησιμοπούλου, Φώτης Λάμαρης, Βασίλης Ψυλλάς

Προβολή - επικοινωνία: ArtsPR 

Concept - διεύθυνση, οργάνωση, εκτέλεση παραγωγής: Καλλιτεχνική Εταιρεία ΑΞΑΝΑ

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