2021.10.02.
My foundations are in the mountains
My foundations are in the mountainsand people carry the mountains on their shoulders
and memory is burning on top of them
like an unburnt bush.
Memory of my people your name is Pindos, your name is Athos.
You are the only one recognizing the man from his heel
You are the only one talking from the rock's sharp edge
You are the only one sharpening the face of the saints
and you are the only one dragging from the edge of the eternal waters
a Resurrection eastertime.
You are touching my mind and the baby of Spring hurts
You are punishing my hand and it whitens amid the dark
Always, always you are leaving behind the fire to reach the glow
Always, always you are leaving behind the glow
to reach the high snow-honored mountains.
But what kind of mountains, Who and what in the mountains
My foundations are found in the mountains
and people carry the mountains on their shoulders
and memory is burning on top of them
like an unburnt bush.