Jan 16. 2016
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Cicada song under the fig tree beside the mural of the bull at the northern entrance of the Minoan palace of Knossos
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"vanilla submarine” in the company of a small cup of coffee under the sounds of the dice and the worry-beads of elder men
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Dipped in milk, egg and sugar, fried in olive oil, sprinkled with cinnamon “energizing” toast as well as a “quince spoon sweet” by a grandmother
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Loaf of bread blessed by the father, kneaded by the mother
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Syntrophic call “for a raki shot” along with fresh artichokes and fava beans, nuts, olives, tomato and cheese
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Companion (synteknos) who, instead of saying things, would rather dance them for you
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Mountain and plain life, in pasturelands which signals the return of the “homo erectus” (anthropos) to paradise
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Strong sense of community belonging which provides one with a purpose in lifeclear-blue water, an air that smells mountain tea (erontas), thyme and oregano and a light that insists on being Greek
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Wine-colored (oinops) sea, a travel, an adventure that nourishes a brackish moisture and conscious return to one’s footsteps
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Homeric, polytropos Odysseus who still produces and is relentlessly resourceful, despite the current Cyclopes and Laestrygonians, Scylla and Charybdiscitizen of the world besieged by the sacred vow of a charmolypous nostos
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Heraclitian soul which is the beginning of the world, the exhalation or “the way up” that progresses via Ephesians steps in stoic paces
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Cathartic, therapeutic, Orthodox branch that never forgets its roots
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A syncretic way on the world map which is Minoan, Greek, Byzantine, an East-West composition, Universal!
P.S. According to the Cretan Philosopher Epimenides, “all Cretans are liars”
Jan 16. 2016
