Της Μαρίας Νικολέτας Σουλούνια
Do u hear the psalm of the palms?
The rustling sound of the leaves cracking while the slow hot wind swishes among them?
And you almost believe it whispers inside your ear :
“What one could possibly wish ?”
As you bask in the final golden rays of the warm Mediterranean sun, u know that such question is naive to ask;
Because summer is a gift from God’s.
A joyous leisure, a vivid awakening seizure from the norm;
That scavenger worm that devours the youthful flesh ;
Leaving behind a hollow wound on the quest of the terrifying, yet charming unknown reality that hinders great calamities .
But summer is still there. The sun, the sea, the grains of warm sand embracing your feet as your gravity sinks in a vast pool of tiny golden pebbles, you feel light as the kite above tearing the sky.
The buzzing song of grasshoppers starts to fade as with their alliant season ,fall, they have defeated the heat;
Their legs are no longer untuned violins ;
Their frantic yet strangely soothing lullaby will long be heard again ;
So now we kiss summer goodbye, since soon we will gather again like a herd of chipped sheeps;
Masked with the fear to never go against the directions of our good “shepherd “;
His wooden stick pointing the” freedom “of mobility within borders and with certain orders ;
The black sheeps are put to sleep ;
And the white ones carry on listening to the whistle of their shepherd;
A calm misleading psalm..