I was born in Cyprus, a brave member-state of the European Union (since 2004) that is fighting constantly to secure liberty, democracy and justice. Those values (plus love) are some of the issues sparkling my poetry. The grandfathers of my parents were born in Italy and France, which both I respect.
I never stopped writing poetry, despite my heavy responsibilities while studying (B.Sc.in Maths, B.A. in Economics, Ph.D. in Statistical Economics with Distinction Excellent) while working (23 years in managerial positions of Popular Bank Group which has been associated with the HSBC) . Since 2001 I have more time for my poetry since I only teach MBA courses (Jean Monnet Chair, University of Cyprus, Academy) , I am consultant of governmental and european institutions and I support the Roman Catholic Community of Cyprus, as a decorated Knight of Vatican (Holy Sepulchre of Jerusalem,2003)
A number of my poems have been translated in many languages and have been included in Anthologies, Literature Magazines, Web Sites for Poetry etc. I myself translate Nombelist Poets (Neruda, Elliot, Szymborska, Morale, Heaney) medieval Chinese poets (Li Po etc) and turkish-cypriot poets (from english to greek) .
I will appreciate your comments on my poems. Your rating may contribute to an overall assessment of my poems…So, thank you in advance, dear fellow poet for reading my poems and for your voting.
Why, State, your eyes don’t see the Amazon River?
Tsiko said 'Amazon is life' and you agreed to save it.
Why the horsemen of interests invaded in the night?
Their bullet entered Tsiko’s chest but invades your own.
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Since you hear the notes you do write,
birds, leaves, wind, heavy shower, so how
come, they consider you a hearing impaired?
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The wine with its grace
purifies my grief.
When in bed, the two candlesticks
are the flames of your very eyes.
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The other bird am I. I belong to nobody,
I don’t wake up and depart just to fetch food,
and then get back to sleep and wake up anew.
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Athena, when you saved us with Hercules
from the Stymphalides Fowls, you wanted other things.
Neither honours, nor hecatombs.
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