Слободкина Ольга
Looking at the caldera in Santorini

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  • Размещен: 14/07/2015, изменен: 25/11/2017. 5k. Статистика.
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  •    "And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. "
       Corinthians 13:2
      
      
      
       We are tiny.
       The caldera off Santorini
       was formed about 3600 years
       before the present era...
      The huge Minoan eruption
      in the 17th century BC
       might have inspired
      the legend of Atlan-
       tis.
       So looking at the landscape
       from the top of Oia
      one can only wonder
       how our flesh
       and bones and blood
      can last
       for 50 odd years
      and more,
      which makes al-
       most a cen-
      tury...
      
      And how amazing
       is love chemist-
      ry,
       although
      it does not last
       as long as the caldera,
      not even as long
       as one's life.
       Time.
       This ener-
      gy
       is given to us
       to go on with the human race.
      
      To be human!
      That's the thing.
       All the rest is just strings...
       You may paint and sing,
       but if you mean to destroy and kill...
      
      How extraor-
       dinary
       life can be
       and how inexpli-
      cably
       the good and evil
      are interwoven in you and me,
       in all of us.
      
      Fascists would burn other people
       in an o-
      ven
       and then went to listen to
       Beatho-
       ven.
      The new Rus-
       sians
      go hun-
       ting
       and then -
      to the Bolshoy
      with their new chil-
       dren
      leaving the previous ones
       by ex-wives
       behind,
      in their home
      as if they just don't exist
       at all.
      
      While on the island
       of Spina-
      longa,
       here, off Crete,
      there was a leper colo-
       ny...
      And the leper people
       lived there happi-
      ly.
       They didn't have to
      hide
       in the caves
      and nobo-
      dy
       was throwing stones at them -
      just no-
       bo-
       dy.
      
      They were taken care of,
       got married
      and had child-
       ren,
      most of whom
       were normal healthy peo-
      ple.
      
      Leper is not an ancient disease,
      (today there are still 11, 000,000
       leper people in the world)
       neither is it
      contagious...
      
      
      It comes like cancer,
       out of nowhere,
       nobody knows the rea-
      sons or
       has the answer...
      
      But the thing is -
       here, on Spinalonga,
      those peo-
       ple
      were protec-
       ted and cared for.
      They didn't want
       to go back
      to the big world anymore.
      
      So, however tiny we are,
       we are human
      and then
       no calde-
      ras
       or other earth forma-
      tions
       can match
      us,
       because
      we can love.
      
      We were born
       with no claws or fangs,
      therefore
       we had to develop
      our brains
       to protect ourselves
      from wild life
       in this treacherous world.
      
      But developing brain
       was not enough,
       we're nothing
      if we don't love...
      
      July 13-14, 2015
      
      
      From my CRETA POEM
      
      
       Crete, Agios Nikolaos,
      inspired by the conversations with Sofia Kalomenidou and with compliments to El Greco hotel and its owner YIANNIS DANDOULAKIS

  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (olga_slobodkina@mail.ru)
  • Обновлено: 25/11/2017. 5k. Статистика.
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