The graveyards that have weighed down from the many dead bodies.That's why the military forces have taken duty to ride them a last walk in this very sad procession.They'll be burnt..cremated...
They won't be put into the ground.Their grave won't be found later, when all this evil and rage will have gone, so that they can light a little candle, their folks and kin..
...Because l've passed the same.. Because my own father, when l was still a tiny , little baby, had died in Athens from cancer, and because of some certain difficulties in transfer, he was buried over there. And because l never found him, even in a little box to find his precious remaining bones.. I know what it is..l know this great pain for the people that are left behind and feeling it..l know it... And l am so very sorry.. Oh yes, l am so very sorry...
...They're going alone the dead..without any lamentation says a certain article..Yes..they're alone in flesh and body but not in their soul...
No..no..they're not alone in their soul... No..no..they're not going away without lamentation...
...l, when it was unfortunately very-very late.. (because many years ago, noone had told me that my father hadn't been buried in our village)... I searched to find him...And l saw a dream...A one and only dream...ln which l saw him trying to embrace and hug me.. And later.. nodding his head so sadly.. and just walking away.. Both our arms were left empty in the air..And l woke up crying, crying so loudly...
Oh..l realized and knew..
Then.. when.. afterwards the telephone-call came.. that informed me that l would never be able to find him anywhere.. Because so many years had passed..And he was buried in a common burial ground...Who really knows.. The Hospital had dealt with his burial...
...l hadn't lived with him... I hadn't experienced his presence alive..l had never hugged him..l had never known him at all.. Only an old photograph of him do l have.. But in my dream- the one and only dream- he came and l saw him.. And he warned me so l wouldn't feel so much pain later on..l recognized him immediately.. But in my dream he was so much alive in front of me.. And l still remember the longing of our open- embracing feelings..Our arms open -wide-the two of us- that were never to be united..And even if our arms could be united.. l presume that l would then feel his strong body full of life, so vivid and wonderful was my dream...
...I never managed to hug him-never- even in my dreams...But Love truly unites us eternally, even if l haven't hugged him at all, neither in life, nor in my dreams...
...My beloved friends of Italy...
How much do l sense and feel you as you cannot embrace your beloved ones and bury them in honour and tears.. How much does your soul suffer these days...
But l wrote this text and posted my dream in public,
- that's so personal and private for me- and it's also a reason of deep sympathy for the only reason to give you my support and a message...The bodies of your beloved ones, wherever they may go, are uninhabited houses, ruins, ready to decompose..So they can return to earth in whatever way they may...
But your people now can truly watch and see you..They hear and listen to you.. They feel you...Their precious souls know your true Love...
No..they're not going away without lamentation..No..they're not going away...
Let your hearts bend down in front of God..
And let us wish together, me and you, for the love of all your beloved ones...And for whoever people here on earth who leave with this heartless and cruel way..It's simple horror..
I know.. But...
...Cry for them as if they were near you...
And wish them..Wish for their spiritual rest..They can feel it...
You didn't embrace them in flesh, still, embrace them now in spirit and tell them, where they've escaped from all the pain and sufferings of this earth...Talk to them and say all the things you didn't manage to say, as you were blocked out, away from them, in this such tragic way... And we..all of us that feel you in a very certain way.. Let's unite our wishes and blessings together...
...May they have a good journey!!!...
They've stopped feeling pain because they left with lots of pain and lots of complaints...They left like martyrs...
May they have a good journey!!!...
May they rest in peace!!!....
With my love and condolences...
(Poli Miltou
Greece)
I feel very proud to have translated such an exquisite poetic and memorial text in english.
l feel very proud with the sayings of my honourable, dearest friend the potess Poli Miltou.
Greece prays for Italy...and all the world...
We are poets...
This text was posted today 20th of March 2020 on facebook.
With honour
Vasiliki Koliopoulou Kalahani
Greece
QUANDO VEDI QUESTA IMMAGINE E LEGGI ... POI L΄ ANIMA SI INGINOCCHIA E PIANGE DOLENTE
Immagini dall'Italia.
I cimiteri si sono appesantiti dai molti morti. Pertanto, l'esercito si impegnò ad accompagnare i morti con una triste processione. Bruceranno i loro corpi. Non entreranno nella terra. La loro tomba non verra΄ trovata ,quando tutto sarà finito, dai loro familiari per accendere la loro candela.
Ci sono passata anchio. Perché mio padre, quando ero ancora una bambina, morì ad Atene di cancro e per alcune difficoltà di trasporto fu sepolto lì. Perché non l'ho mai trovato, nemmeno in una scatola con le sue ossa ... Posso capire il dolore e il lutto dei familiari.
Lo sento. E sono così triste. Tantissimo ...
“Vanno da soli e incompianti” dice un articolo. Sì, fisicamente solo . La loro psiche non è sola. E non incompianti.
Io, molto tardi (perché per molti anni nessuno mi aveva detto che mio padre non era sepolto nel villaggio), mentre lo stavo cercando, ho sognato mio padre.
Un sogno unico in cui l'ho visto provare ad abbracciarmi e poi scuotere la testa tristemente e allontanarsi. Gli abbracci di entrambi sono rimasti vuoti. E mi sono svegliata piangendo dolente. Lo sapevo. Poi è arrivata la telefonata che mi informava che non sarei mai riuscita a trovarlo. Perché erano passati molti anni. Ed è stato sepolto in un cenotafio ... chi lo sa. Si era preso cura l'ospedale per la sepoltura.
Non ho mai vissuto la vita di mio padre. Non l'ho mai abbracciato. Non l' ho conosciuto. Ho solo una sua vecchia foto. Ma nel mio unico sogno, è venuto e l'ho visto e mi ha avvertito per non farmi troppo male. L'ho riconosciuto immediatamente ed era vivo di fronte a me. E ancora ricordo le braccia aperte di entrambi che non ci siamo mai unite. E se fossero unite, allora avrei sentito il suo corpo essere vivo, così vivido era il mio sogno. Non ho potuto mai abbracciarlo , nemmeno nel mio sogno.
Ma l'amore ci unisce per sempre, anche se non l΄ho abbracciato nella vita o nel sognο.
Miei cari amici d'Italia. Soffro insieme a voi che non potete abbracciare i vostri cari e seppellirli con onori e lacrime. Quanto soffre la mia anima in questi giorni.
Ma ho raccontato il mio sogno pubblicamente, esperienza personale e causa di dolore, solo per trasmettere il mio messaggio di compassione e di sostegno a voi tutti.
Ormai, i corpi delle vostre care persone, ovunque vadano, sono case disabitate, fatiscenti, pronti a decadere. Per ritornare sulla terra in ogni modo.
Ma i vostri cari ora vi vedono, vi possono sentire. Le loro anime conoscono il vostro amore.
No, non sono morti incompianti. No.
Lasciamo che i nostri cuori siano inchinati davanti a Dio, e preghiamo insieme a voi per l'amore di tutte le persone sulla terra che muoiono brutalmente. È una tragedia, ma ...
Dovete piangere per loro, come se fossero accanto a voi. Pregare per la pace della loro anima e il loro riposo. Lo sentono.
Non li potete abbracciare fisicamente ma spiritualmente si. Adesso che sono sfuggiti dai dolori della terra, li potete dire tutto ciò che non avete potuto esprimere il tempo che siete stati lontano da loro, mentre stavano male, in modo così tragico.
Buon viaggio verso il Paradiso. Non devono più soffrire. Ora sono in un posto tranquillo e felice. Perché se ne sono andati con molto dolore , come i veri martiri...
Buon viaggio verso il Paradiso. Pace all' anima loro.
Con tutto il mio amore e le più sentite condoglianze.
(Poli Miltou)
Traduzione: Sofia Skleida
ΚΙ ΑΝ ΔΕΙΣ ΑΥΤΗ ΤΗΝ ΕΙΚΟΝΑ ΚΑΙ ΔΙΑΒΑΣΕΙΣ... ΤΟΤΕ ΓΟΝΑΤΙΖΕΙ Η ΨΥΧΗ ΚΑΙ ΚΛΑΙΕΙ ΓΟΕΡΑ
Από την Ιταλία οι εικόνες.
Βάρυναν τα νεκροταφεία από τους πολλούς νεκρούς. Έτσι, ανέλαβε ο στρατός να κάνει τη στερνή τους βόλτα με μια θλιβερή πομπή. Θα καούν. Δε θα μπουν στη γη. Δε θα βρεθεί ο τάφος τους μετά, όταν το κακό περάσει, για να τους ανάψουν ένα κεράκι οι δικοί τους.
Επειδή το έχω περάσει. Επειδή τον δικό μου πατέρα, ο οποίος όταν ήμουν βρέφος ακόμα, πέθανε στην Αθήνα από καρκίνο και λόγω κάποιων δυσκολιών μεταφοράς θάφτηκε εκεί. Επειδή ποτέ δεν τον βρήκα, έστω σε ένα κουτάκι με τα οστά του... ξέρω τι είναι αυτός ο πόνος για όσους μείνουν πίσω.
Ξέρω. Και λυπήθηκα τόσο πολύ. Μα τόσο πολύ...
Πάνε μόνοι τους και άκλαυτοι, λέει κάποιο άρθρο. Ναι, μόνοι τους σωματικά... Όχι η ψυχούλα τους. Όχι. Και όχι άκλαυτοι.
Εγώ, όταν αργά πολύ (επειδή πολλά πολλά χρόνια κανείς δε μου είχε πει ότι ο πατέρας δε θάφτηκε στο χωριό,) έψαξα να τον βρω, είδα ένα όνειρο.
Ένα μοναδικό όνειρο. Στο οποίο τον είδα να προσπαθεί να με αγκαλιάσει και μετά να κουνάει θλιβερά το κεφάλι και να απομακρύνεται. Οι αγκαλιές και των δυο μας έμειναν άδειες. Και ξύπνησα κλαίγοντας γοερά. Ήξερα. Μετά, ήρθε και το τηλεφώνημα που με ενημέρωνε πως δε θα μπορέσω να τον βρω ποτέ. Επειδή είχαν περάσει πολλά χρόνια. Και θάφτηκε σε κενοτάφιο.. ποιος ξέρει. Την ταφή του είχε φροντίσει το Νοσοκομείο.
Δεν τον έζησα. Δεν τον αγκάλιασα ποτέ. Δεν τον ξέρω. Μόνο μια παλιά φωτογραφία του έχω. Όμως στο όνειρό μου, το ένα και μοναδικό, ήρθε και τον είδα και με προειδοποίησε για να μην πονέσω πολύ.Τον αναγνώρισα αμέσως, όμως, στο όνειρό μου, ήταν ολοζώντανος μπροστά μου. Και ακόμα θυμάμαι με λαχτάρα τις ανοιχτές αγκαλιές και των δυο μας που ποτέ δεν ενώθηκαν. Κι αν είχαν ενωθεί φαντάζομαι πως θα ένιωθα και το σώμα του ολοζώντανο, τόσο ζωηρό ήταν το όνειρό μου. Δεν μπόρεσα να τον αγκαλιάσω ποτέ ούτε στο όνειρό μου.
Όμως η αγάπη μάς ενώνει για πάντα κι ας μην τον έχω αγκαλιάσει ούτε εν ζωή ούτε στο όνειρο.
Φίλοι μου αγαπημένοι της Ιταλίας. Πόσο σας νιώθω που δεν μπορείτε να αγκαλιάσετε τους δικούς σας και να τους θάψετε με τιμές και δάκρυα. Πόσο υποφέρει η ψυχή μου αυτές τις μέρες.
Αλλά, ανάρτησα δημόσια το όνειρό μου, τόσο προσωπικό για μένα και αιτία πόνου, μόνο και μόνο για να σας μεταφέρω τη συμπαράστασή μου και ένα μήνυμα.
Τα σώματα πλέον των ανθρώπων σας, όπου κι αν πάνε, είναι ακατοίκητα σπίτια, ερειπωμένα, έτοιμα προς αποσύνθεση. Για να γυρίσουν στη γη με όποιον τρόπο.
Μα οι άνθρωποί σας τώρα σας βλέπουν, σας ακούνε, σας αισθάνονται. Οι ψυχές τους ξέρουν την αγάπη σας.
Δεν πάνε άκλαυτοι. Όχι.
Ας λυγίσουν οι καρδιές μας μπροστά στον Θεό και ας ευχηθούμε μαζί σας για την αγάπη όλων των δικών σας και όποιων της γης, φεύγουν με αυτόν τον άκαρδο τρόπο. Είναι μια φρίκη. Όμως...
Να τους κλάψετε, όπως αν ήταν δίπλα σας. Να ευχηθείτε. Να εύχεστε για την ανάπαυσή τους. Το νιώθουν.
Δεν τους αγκαλιάσατε σωματικά, αγκαλιάστε τους πνευματικά και πείτε τους τώρα, που ξέφυγαν πια από τους πόνους της γης, όλα όσα δεν μπορέσατε όσο αποκλειστήκατε μακριά τους με τόσον τραγικό τρόπο.
Κι εμείς, όλοι όσοι σας νιώθουμε, ενώνουμε τις δικές μας ευχές με τις δικές σας.
Καλό τους κατευώδιο. Έπαψαν πια να υποφέρουν. Τώρα βρίσκονται σε ειρηνικό και χαρούμενο τόπο. Επειδή έφυγαν με πόνο πολύ και πολύ παράπονο, σαν μάρτυρες...
Καλό τους κατευώδιο. Καλή τους ανάπαυση.
Με την αγάπη μου και τα συλλυπητήριά μου.
Πόλυ Μίλτου (αρχικό κείμενο)
***ΣΗΜΕΙΩΣΗ :
Προς αποφυγήν παρεξηγήσεων, οι εικόνες είναι δανεικές από το ίντερνετ.