A Dream about the River Euphrates.                                                              

As far as the eye can see.
Sandy beaches, reeds along the River’s shores, widely stretched out sand coloured  rock formations, plain desert grounds.
Lone palm trees rise up just as other vegetation randomly sown, throughout the landscape.
Just one soul behold this beauty.
His sapphire waters gently flow.
Shining  brightly with dazzling radiance.
Changing colour into a clear emerald translucency.
The scent of his liquid embrace fills the heart’s desire to Love.
Afloat on Euphrates’  whispering stream.
Warm, soft and smoothly.
Blissfully.
Is it me who is that lost soul?
It seems it is.
It feels that way.
Time, space…. they seem to have vanished , they are just absent.
Just  being there together.
Mighty Euphrates, beckoning  to enter into his soft waves…
Sensing Euphrates’ sweet caress while the  heart unfolds.
His waters softly cuddling.
Feeling  his soul –healing powers.
He could drown me, take my life….
But he does not.
Weightlessly floating through his  tranquil, bright emerald.  
Golden rays of sunlight enter the realm of his translucent flow of life.  
As body and soul surrender ….
Unclad as on the first day….
Euphrates’  sweet caress …my soul breaks adrift.

'' In Love With The Euphrates''. (Eng.: 'yufreytiiz ", Greek: Ευφράτης)


A Love-Eternal, as long as its waters flow, far before the 'Now'.
One tiny soul, yearning at the River’s banks, below the palms with their soft, feathery foliage, waving in a languid breeze.
Staring at his bright shining surface, the emerald translucency ,here underneath the azure sky and shining golden solar disk.
The curves of its lines, made of very fine, soft sparkling sand and swaying reeds ,the alluring splash of its waves.
The mighty Euphrates smiles, beckons with the spirit of its life-giving waters:
'' Come, ... come to me....''

"ONE CAN NOT BE IN LOVE WITH A RIVER!''
…a furious mass, roars, somewhere out in the gray, remote coldness.
But this glowing heart beats every earthly comprehension and that-is-what-common.
A body, unclad as when life first began.
Sliding into the silky warmth bringing waves of its waters, and floating, blissfully drowning and surrendering to Euphrates' tender caress.

Nothing so sincere and pure….

The rapture of this insignificant, transient creature ....
The mighty Euphrates beholds, with his empathetic, loving spirit., as with a fatherly smile ...

And both enter that fathomless centre far beyond matter, time and the sublunary.
Euphrates’ clear blue whisper mingling with the energy of that passionate violet light, which is softly about to explode in radiant scarlet and purple rays of light and energy.

Stone Love :  A Building Named ‘Linearity’.

Unobserved I lay my hand on your limestone wall and feel the rough surface as my fingertips touch the stone slabs and junctures of your construction…
Gently pressing my cheek against your sunlight- warmed, stony skin.
Veiled in concealment, just you and me, right here….
Being with you, so near to me…  
No one else but you and me.
In this very special love affair we share together.  
Your  comforting presence, so mild and so compassionate….

Gazing at the elegance of your architecture with its majestic interplay of  razorsharp  outline patterns  in a  merciless contrast  with the soft spindrift twilight  clouds  in all serenity above us….and I feel so protected….
Staring at your powerful black silhouette as it rises up into the sundown skies….

Mesmerized by the grace of golden sunray reflections stunningly glistening, dazzlingly shimmering  in your numerous windowpanes as the sun sets unhurriedly, while the mauve, lavender and scarlet clouds make the perfect composition for our undetected wonderful moment….

Oh, ‘Linearity’,…
Your stone wall feels so warm when I think about  the coldness of  people.

To my old School Teacher and a historybook….

At primary school, I must have been  10 or 11 years old as I saw an image on the page of a history book.
A map of ancient  Mesopotamia.
….
From that moment on I had the book with the map right in front of me every day as to get power from the image of the Land of the Two Rivers.
I was a wallflower….living in an almost autistic little world of my own…
My teacher knew I was unlike the others, so much different from all other  pupils....
He knew about my thing with 'Mesopotamia'.
He knew  about all my fantastic, crazy dreams, my drawings and my incredible stories...they were my  only way to escape all the daily misery ....

He knew how my parents neglected me at home, my  ferocious dad- always drunk with liquor  and my hostile mother  whom I seemed to annoy every single minute of her life….

And defendlessly bullied day by day in classroom by the other kids.
He knew so very well how I used to escape in my dreams of remote, imaginary worlds…and how I felt protected by  him, my teacher and  by that old history book as it laid just in front of me on my desk….open on the page with the map....

And now,  as years have passed by...

The school has vanished long ago, the old school building was demolished, as a matter of fact replaced by apartments and a parking lot….
My beloved teacher has passed away years ago and the book with the map has gone too...
But the precious, dear  memory is still here….
I will cherish it for as long as I live....