How many times have you felt a strange sensation overwhelming you, only to realize that you are not yourself?
How many times have you questioned those feelings that suddenly envelop you without any preamble...
How many times have you caught yourself suffering pain without a reason for the pain!...
Angry without a trigger for the
I need you, my father
Though time has passed
I haven't grown up
I need your voice to guide me
I need your embrace to warm me
I need your hand to heal me
Your absence tires me, if only you knew
With every step, I remember you
And the memory in the heart bleeds
Your daughter hasn't grown up
She wants to sit
On the beach of the Greek island of Crete, Nikos was born in February 1883 AD and lived like the heroes of his great novel. He never missed a chance to visit a place, live there for a while, and seize any opportunity that arose. After receiving his primary education on the island, he earned a law degree from the University of Athens, then
To the great heart and fortified fortress that clung to my name, establishing its base, strengthening its pillars, and crafting its history.
To the one whose memory continues to console me whenever nostalgia overwhelms me and my suffering prolongs.
My pen humbles itself and bows down before you, apologetic...
We have disrupted your
Your ability to withhold your worries inside you is not all of your honorable work, what you will truly be remembered for is your ability to deal patiently with all your dilemmas. Your real honor lies in remaining a human amidst all of the aforementioned.
It's a relief to remain this bearable person who endures in silence, to appear
