Οδυσσέας Ελύτης - Άξιον Εστί (Το προφητικόν)

  

Mikis Theodorakis is a greek Musician with a worldwide fame. This part is from a poem of the nobelist Odiseas Elitis, named "Prophetecon (part of Axion Esti, his best poem)".

Many times after the sin which they said means Virtue to church and blessed. Remains of old stars and spidery corners of the sky by scanning the storm that spawned the mind of man. Governors and ancient works paying to build, would shudder at. Riot will go to hell, and hoarding will ease the pressure of the great sun. That will keep the first rays of a sign that time to take revenge dreams. And then we talked to say exile poems THE in the century you, say what you see?
-See nations, sometimes arrogant, and surrendered to the wasp
the sorrel.
I see-chippers in the air blasted busts Emperors
and strategies.
Final-dealers to collect the profit of bending
their own bodies.
-I see the sequence of hidden meanings.
Many times after the sin which they said means Virtue to church and blessed. But before, here, will become nice narkisseftikan the three-way Philip and Robert. I wear the ring upside down, and the nail will comb fleece, and skulls to adorn their breasts; to lure the woman. And women will kataplagoun and sterxoun.  In order to get the real reason that Close by day where beauty will be delivered in flies Market. And will the indignation prostitute her body not having what else to envy. And the prosecutor would be wise prostitute and tycoons, semen served faithful in bringing testimony. And I will shake panouthe of the curse in the East hand stretching and chanting: Exile Poet, in thy century, say, what you see?
-I see the colors of Hymettus based on sacred our new Civil Code.
-I see little Myrto, the whore of Sikinos, standing stone statue in Market Square with its fountains and lions correctly.
-I see teenage girls and watch the annual pairings of couples.
Final-up, amid the skies, the Erechtheion birds.
Remains of old stars and spidery corners of the sky by scanning the storm that spawned the mind of man. But before, behold, it will take generations to plow over the barren land. And secretly count the human merchandise Commanders declaring war. Where will chortasthoune The policeman and the Military judge. Leaving the missing gold to recover those of the Mist Invective and martyrdom. And large vessels will raise flags, marches will take to the streets, the balconies with flowers ranoun be the winner. Where to live in the smell of corpses. And Close by the pit mouth, the darkness I will open to the measures, krazontas: exiled poet, in this century you, say what you see?
-See the military judge to burn like candles in a large table
the Resurrection.
-I see the gendarmerie to give their blood, sacrifice
the purity of heaven.
-I see the continuous revolution of plants and flowers.
-See the gunboat of Love
. And the ancient governors projects paying the build would shudder at. Riot will go to hell, and hoarding will decline from the high pressure of the sun. But before, here will moan that young people, their blood unnecessarily grow old. Offenders will be shorn hit the mess over to the railing. And it drained all factories, and then again with the requisition will be filled to Make dreams preserved in myriad boxes and bottled thousand words nature. And years to come pale and weak in Gaza. And everyone tha'chei few grams of happiness. And she will be things in the very beautiful ruins. Then, do not having another exile, to mourn the poet, the health of the storm from the open emptying breasts will return to in- thei in nicely in ruins. And the first word of the last of the people will say, to rise the greens, the woman at the side like a ray of the sun to come out. Again I love the woman and the lie on the grass and set,. And take the dreams of revenge and sow generations forever and ever!

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