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EFTICHIA KAPARDELI : WITHOUT A NAME
EFTICHIA KAPARDELI : Talking of Michaelangelo

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EFTICHIA KAPARDELI
WITHOUT A NAME


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April has left something in the clean corners where there is no rust, nor melancholy, the street is swept with the ears of the exquisite girls. The air sells its splendour to the dissected light of the galeries. What can you buy for your soul? Walks that absence of blood of the dummy that meditates. Oh that jewel like a chiseled heart in the cold stone. Here the stone is the sweet death of passion, without pain, transparent, polished, at the reach of the sculpted hand, of the ignoble smile, of the photograph’s eyes. What would April leave in this artificial tranquility of bodies without sadness and without happiness. Crystalized words break the monotony of the fed-up well-being, made of rich dreams, of responsible desires, of joy reflected in the empty colour of its illusion. It seems as if the day itself was hurrying along to make a calculation of its sleepless agony. There are no shadows. Everything shines in a fire out of which the masks derive, the gestures, the silent looks in a sleepless life, technically immortal. There beats a silence that nobody ignores. There is still a silence that the fake voices crush. What have you left, April, April without soul, in this city where the day doesn’t die. In the illuminated thickness of the parks passes the trick of a deceived night and opaque are the leaves of its green tension and the steps of its empty footprint are forgotten. The leafy decorations near the smooth water stalks and nerves incline toward despondency and to a futile sacrifice its serrated profiles as if there was a ruined god on the shore. The fountains, the branches, the figures vibrate in an astonished weakness, there are a drawing set in the night, seen by eyes which don’t see by daylight. The sky, blind like this light, passes the dawn of melancholy. April, April, what have you left between the night and the day.

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EFTICHIA KAPARDEL plays classical guitar and is a volunteer in the Fire Department. A member Faculty of Philology at the University of Patras, KAPARDELI has several national awards and has published 16 books; her work is recognized in national and international anthologies. EFTICHIA KAPARDELI - who knows Greek, English and Italian is an IWA (international writers) member and has attended the UNESCO World Peace Academy [ http://worldpeaceacademy.blogspot.com/2010/10/poets-for-world-peace.html ]. KAPARDELI also blogs [top