by George Sanidas

The colours of the dawn slowly fill up the sky.

Full moon, soothing, warm, sweet as honey.

Emerging like Aphrodite out of rose waves, whet it reaches its peak above Punta’s cape, it makes the village resemble a sweet fairy.

Shining in cottages, alleys, hearts, it turns life’s bitterness into nectar. Amid the mistiness of the moon nightingales sing while the waves keep dancing.

Silver streams upon our seas.

Moonlight chases away the vail of darkness, vanishing it in shame deep down the abyss.

On full moon nights we celebrate a swift revival of our lost innocence.


photo Andy Collins

translated by V.Peristeropoulou