Grigoris Katsonis

“Without music, life would be a mistake.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

“Έτσι είναι οι ζωντανοί. Έχουν το βάσανο της μνήμης.”
― Μ. Καραγάτσης, Η μεγάλη χίμαιρα

“Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
― Pablo Neruda

“Το επ’ εμοί, ενόσω ζω και αναπνέω και σωφρονώ, δεν θα παύσω πάντοτε, ιδίως δε κατά τας πανεκλάμπρους ταύτας ημέρας, να υμνώ μετά λατρείας τον Χριστόν μου, να περιγράφω μετ έρωτος την φύσιν και να ζωγραφώ μετά στοργής τα γνήσια ελληνικά ήθη.”
― Αλέξανδρος Παπαδιαμάντης