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An Amazing and Powerful Poem by Warsan Shire

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Today I would like to share with you this amazing poem. Considering the current situation that takes place in my country and Europe in general as regards the thousand of refugees that running away from their homes,searching for safety and hope, traveling miles on foot to the crossing borders, when I read this poem it touched me deeply. Many of them won’t survive through their journey and probably nobody will return back to their country that violently left due to the war. They have suffered so much so long, we ought to help them as we can. Humanity has to take measures and act efficiently so noone forced to leave his home.

Home by Warsan Shire

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied

no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough

the go home blacks
refugees
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
savage
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
drown
save
be hunger
beg
forget pride
your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
saying-
leave,
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here

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Posted by on October 31, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

Our Summer Trips

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Our summers are becoming smaller. Our insoucisnce childhood is lost over the years, taking with it the cheerfull voices and the aromas of watermelon the homemade vanilla lolipop. The sunsets have lost, gradually, their golden magic. It’s been a while since we were filled with the desire and excitement to run screaming towards the sea to make the first dive of the holidays. It’s been long ago since we were counting the times we went to swim and the ice creams we ate, the endless games in the afternoons at the local squere, with our friends, until the evening. The days we were mooring by the sea, carefree, gazing at the endless blue, looking at the boats sailing in the distance, and with our imagination travel with them in magical and exotic places, is now a bittersweet memory. Now our summers have the agony of the heat, the blazing air of the concrete jungle and the unbearable pressure of our everyday life. We look back, full of nostalgia, at old , faded photos, just to steal a piece of the elapsed time. We hold it tight in our hand and breath in the hope and joy it trsnspires. Ablazed of the dream for short vocations, hoping to win back a few moments from our lost childhood’s innocence. We look out the window, sighing, letting the little child inside us travel free to these remote times.

Τα καλοκαιρινά μας ταξίδια

Τα καλοκαίρια μας γίνονται όλο και πιο μικρά. Η παιδική μας ξεγνοιασιά χάνεται στο πέρασμα των χρόνων, παρασύροντας μαζί της χαρούμενες φωνές και αρώματα καρπουζιού και υποβρύχιου βανίλια. Τα ηλιοβασιλέματα χάνουν σιγά σιγά την χρυσαφένια τους μαγεία. Έχει περάσει καιρός από τότε που γεμάτοι λαχτάρα και ενθουσιασμό τρέχαμε ουρλιάζοντας προς την θάλασσα, για να κάνουμε την πρώτη βουτιά των διακοπών. Έχουν περάσει οι εποχές που μετρούσαμε τα μπάνια που κάναμε στη θάλασσα και τα παγωτά που φάγαμε, τα ατελείωτα παιχνίδια, τα απογεύματα στις πλατείες, με τους φίλους μας ώσπου να μας βρει το βράδυ. Οι μέρες που αράζαμε πλάι στο κύμα, ανέμελοι, χαζεύοντας την απέραντη γαλάζια θάλασσα, κοιτάζοντας τα καράβια που έπλεαν στο βάθος, ταξιδεύοντας μαζί τους με την φαντασία μας σε μαγικούς, εξωτικούς τόπους, είναι πια μια γλυκόπικρη ανάμνηση. Τώρα τα καλοκαίρια μας έχουν την αγωνία της ζέστης, τον πυρωμένο αέρα της τσιμεντούπολης και την αβάσταχτη πίεση της καθημερινότητας. Ανατρέχουμε γεμάτοι νοσταλγία σε παλιές, ξεθωριασμένες φωτογραφίες για να κλέψουμε ένα κομμάτι από τον χρόνο που πέρασε, να τον κρατήσουμε σφιχτά μέσα στην χούφτα μας και να εισπνεύσουμε την ελπίδα και την χαρά. Φλεγόμαστε από το όνειρο των ολιγοήμερων διακοπών, με την ελπίδα να κερδίσουμε λίγες στιγμές από την χαμένη παιδική μας αθωότητα. Κοιτάζουμε έξω από το παράθυρο, αναστενάζοντας, αφήνοντας το παιδί μέσα μας να ταξιδέψει σε αυτές τις μακρινές εποχές ελεύθερο…

©Emily’s thoughts
Electronic republication is permitted only if reproduced in full text, with clear performance in the author Efi Mylona, along with the link to this page. Any kind of printed republication is strictly forbidden. Otherwise, there will be sanctions according to Law 2121/1993.
Επιτρέπεται η ηλεκτρονική αναδημοσίευση μόνο εφόσον αναδημοσιευτεί το πλήρες κείμενο, με ξεκάθαρη απόδοση στη συγγραφέα  Έφη Μυλωνά, μαζί με σύνδεσμο στην παρούσα σελίδα. Απαγορεύεται αυστηρά κάθε είδους έντυπη αναδημοσίευση. Σε αντίθετη περίπτωση, θα υπάρχουν κυρώσεις σύμφωνα με τον Νόμο 2121/1993.

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Posted by on August 25, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

Let’s…

Amazing poem

ink stories everywhere

Let’s walk free
in the streets that want us chained on the ground
Let’s talk without hesitation
with the ancient meaning of words
that we tried to change
through Time.
Thankfully we failed.

Let’s wake up our true sentiments again.
Let’s dust the fear off our shoes
so that our steps can be heard
free and happy.
Let’s dust the fear off our minds
so that we can think once more
without limitations.

Let’s wake up our true selves
and put the fake ones to sleep.
Let them breathe the air of freedom
and see with real eyes.
Let’s feel the love of the universe
And believe with the true faith
in the miracles that await us
and we so stubbornly refuse to see.

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Posted by on July 12, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

Να…

Ποίημα με ψυχή

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Να περπατήσουμε ελεύθεροι
σε δρόμους που επιμένουν να μας κρατούν δεμένους.
Να μιλήσουμε χωρίς φόβο
με το αρχαίο νόημα των λέξεων
που τόσο έντονα προσπαθήσαμε να αλλάξουμε
κατά την διάρκεια του Χρόνου.
Ευτυχώς αποτύχαμε.

Να ξυπνήσουμε ξανά τις αληθινές αισθήσεις μας.
Να ξεσκονίσουμε τον φόβο από το παπούτσια μας
για να μπορούν τα βήματα μας
να ακουστούν ελεύθερα και χαρούμενα.
Να ξεσκονίσουμε τον φόβο από το μυαλό μας
για να μπορέσουμε να σκεφτούμε ξανά
χωρίς όρια.

Να ξυπνήσουμε πάλι τους αληθινούς εαυτούς μας
και να κοιμίσουμε τους ψεύτικους.
Να τους αφήσουμε να αναπνεύσουν
τον αέρα της ελευθερίας
και να δουν με αληθινά μάτια.

Να νοιώσουμε την αγάπη του σύμπαντος
και να πιστέψουμε με την αληθινή πίστη
στα θαύματα που μας περιμένουν
και που τόσο πεισματικά αρνούμαστε να δούμε.

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Posted by on July 12, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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Posted by on July 9, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

So true

 
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Posted by on July 4, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

3 Days 3 Quotes Challenge (day 3)

Today Is my last day of the challenge. It was great that I was given the opportunity to share my favorite quotes. I really enjoyed it! I wanna thank again my fellow blogger Muskan for the nomination and remind you to check her blog.I’d like to invite whoever wants to participate in the challenge.

Here is the last quote for the challenge:

It’s from one of my favorite books Brave New World from the amazing Aldus Huxley

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Posted by on June 29, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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