Prologue
…Only that the fools don’t sense you
the unjust and the dedicated to hatred
never let their tumbled glance reach you
their infected breath
the cactuses of their hands
the spider webs of their minds.
Your chaste people welcome the foreigner
when silently they drink the mouth of the sea and
eat along with the months
they touch your chlamys in the blowing out of the lightning and
their hands, petrified does, show you.
Familiar unknown.
Liantinis yet hasn’t said his meaning and his explanation of truth, the last word of GEMMA. At some time the fingers of time will laugh with the lot of unsubstantiated and foolish reports written and said about his life, about our common path and his final course of action.
However even then nothing will be changed.
~ Nikolitsa Georgopoulos-Liantinis,
Kifisia, 1st of June 2006
Manolis Aligizakis 