Dear Athens

Dear Athens

Atina,
8 ujutru.

Adrenalin koji luduje ne mogu da uporedim ni sa cim drugim. Izlazimo kod Parlamenta, izbija vrelina sa asfalta. Ali, nekako, nista ne smeta. Guzva, automobilske sirene, pogledom trazimo trafiku da zgrabim vec stotu flasicu vode, STANI! Vidi ga ovaj ludak prolece na crveno! Malakia! Ma, heeej, nasmejasmo se nas nekoliko na pesackom prelazu i idemo dalje. Ljubav na prvi pogled. U meni peva Dalaras “S’agapo” I to ona verzija uzivo, svi je znamo.
S’agapo giati eisai orea, S’agapo giati eisai esi. E bas tako te volim, doslovno. Podno Akropolja uz sveze cedjenu pomorandzu, pogled dizem na Partenon, stajem i pocinjem da placem. To su one suze iskrenice koje samo teku, a u vama se mesa i radost i ostvarenje snova i ko zna sta iz nekog mozda proslog zivota koji se obradovao ovom trenutku, kao da je posle strasno dugog vremena konacno kod kuce. Biti kod kuce. To je to. Eimai spiti. Melina Merkuri, cujes li me? Tebi se obracam! O da, kako me razumes i grlis. Hvala ti beskrajno. Ja nisam rodjenja kao grkinja, ali cu umreti kao grkinja, jer dusa zna gde da dovede ovu trosnost. Penjemo se na brdo Filopappou. Brisem suze i trcim srecna, okrecem se oko sebe, i zelim da poletim i obgrlim svakoga! Prva stanica: Sokratova pecina.

Vadim iz ranca Odbranu Sokratovu, citam na glas sam kraj. Stidim se dok izgovaram: Ali vec je vreme da odlazim- ja u smrt, a vi u zivot. A ko od nas ide ka boljem spasenju, to niko ne znam osim Boga. Verovacu u ovom momentu da se sve to bas ovde zbilo, i zelim da verujem da sam jos jednom tog trenutka ozivela veliku Istinu koju Sokrat govorase i anticki duh koji prirodno izbija na svakom cosku Atine.
Druga stanica, odmor pod maslinama i velicanstven pogled na Akropolj desno i novu Atinu levo. Momentalno pustam Dalarasa, ono sto sam u sebi pevala, da sa mnom peva i vetar i žega i ono sto ljudi zovu “ovde i sada”.
A u “ovde i sada” je sve. I proslost i sadasnjost i buducnost. Sve je jedno, kaze Heraklit. I svi stvarno jesmo Jedno i u Jednom i od Jednog. Ovu Ljubav razume i oseca svako zivo bice od mrava do coveka. I masline i uzegli visevekovni kamen. I pesma, koju sam ti napisala.
Eimai Spiti. 🙂

🏦
☀️
❤️

Athens,
Dear Athens,
You are looking right at me!
I can see your smile.
It stroke my heart.
So powerful, strong,
Yet it screamed the pain and sorrow.
You smile so proudly but you ain’t happy.
What they’ve done to you was undoubtedly extremely hard to carry
upon your shoulders and within your brave heart.
Seems like there’s no hope.
But that’s just the reflection of small people who don’t understand you,
and whose hearts and minds are so narrow to accept all the rejoice you can give.
You can give, but we aren’t able to receive it.
Please, understand.

We are truly so small,
in time,
and
by all means.
My body is simply trembling.
My soul is thrilled,
and I’m looking upon the greatest beauty I was ever in front of.
Tears are rolling down my face.
Can you accept this feeling?
Please, understand.

Standing there in the middle of the street,
crying
and feeling like a little girl.

Athens,
Dear Athens,
I saw your smile and that blissful tear in the corner of an eye.
Or was that I?

The reflection you gave me,
people call Catharsis.

I call it an Encounter.

This soul found her echo in the time while the wind was blowing as it did centuries ago.

That was the sound of
wisdom
art
bravery and,
beauty.
Unimaginable beauty.
The deepest essence.
The identity of the spiritual Being.
Queen of this magical country,
Mother to wisdom and war,
Ground for philosophy and art,
Keep on smiling because the victory is always on your side!

Please, understand that I couldn’t apprehend all the beauty and pain you evinced.
My heart isn’t big enough to accept all of it.
But you knew I did recognize.
I will never forget your touch.
Thank you for letting me in.
While my soul gently weeps until I’m back again in your arms,
Athens,
Dear Athena,
Gorgoneion holder,
Brave warrior,
I know,
you understand.

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