It was a roaring thunderstorm in the sky, during the night, The mountains were bowing their heads, Forest was abandoned by leaves for a flight, And sea was roaring, as well as black. It was a wedding of the beasts, you could hear the rumble, inside the great feast, I was invited as well, so […]
part I “Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child” is a Negro spiritual written in the late nineteenth century that echoes the slavish existence of African-Americans during those times. Pier Paolo Pasolini used this melody in his film, “The Gospel According to St. Matthew”, in a scene which pictures shepherds coming to see infant Christ. […]
“Patriotism, just like life and the connections with it, is present within one when they are born into this world; it contains pieces within itself that a no sane human can deny and those so-called pieces show themselves in mother language, historical past, historical territories, in the faces of famous figures, literature and so on. […]
A while ago, I translated this poem by Vazha called “Wedding of the Giants,” it goes like this: “It was a roaring thunderstorm in the sky, during the night, The mountains were bowing their heads, Forest was abandoned by leaves for a flight, And sea was roaring, as well as black. It was a wedding […]
What created me as a human being? Why did I not come as rain? I could have been forever On clouds core and chest, as bead and chain, Always ready to fall on the ground, As a cold or snowy little grain, My elder would never sacrifice me, In such a dreadful manner, as is […]
(dedicated to Shio of the Cave) Receive this small offering From your brother,- My heart aches as well, I know the feeling of being oppressed by the enemy all too well, Teach children by using their means, Those tunes, that are close to the heart, The love for nature and greens, And our ancestor’s way […]