Poems Of Eva Petropoulou Lianoy

 

Eva was born in Xylokastro where she completed her basics studies. She loved journalism by small and attended journalism lesson at the ANT1 School. In 1994 she worked as a journalist in French newspaper "Le LIBRE JOURNAL," but her love for Greece won and returned to her sunny home. Since 2002, she lives and works in Athens.She works as a web radio producer reading fairy tales at radio logotexniko vima every sunday. Recently she become responsible for the children literary section in Vivlio anazitiseis publications in Cuprys. 

She published books and ebooks: " I and my other avenger, my Skia publications Saita." "Zeraldin and The elf of the lake" in Italian and in French as well as “The daughter of the Moon” in 2 languages ​​English and Greek. The Moon Daughter published by Ocelotos 4 times, received best reviews for author's writing and writing style.

She is a member of the Unesco Logos and Art Group, of the writers of Corinth, of Panhellenic Writers Association. Also her work is mentioned in the Known Greek awarded encyclopedia for Poets and authors, Harry Patsi, page 300.

Her books have been cleared by the Ministry of Education of Cyprus.

Eva’s recent work includes: "The water Amazon fairy called Myrtia" ,illustrated by Vivi Markatos, dedicated to a girl that become handicap after a sexual assault and the translation of stories of Lafcadio Hearn, "Fairytravel with stories from Far East", an idea that she worked more than 6 months illustrated by MsNtinaAnastasiadoy, very known sculptor and sumi e painter in Greece. 

 Blog: http://evalianou.blogspot.gr E-mail: eviepara@yahoo.fr

 

Contact

 I forgot what a kiss is The taste of an afternoon coffee.

So as the waves pulled from the land, I feel like a desert ship.

 

Contact I forgot what that word means, Shipwreck for months In books I look for a meaning to embrace me, to tell me everything will be fine ..

 To go and leave those roses in my father's memory, To light a candle to the Virgin Mary.

 Contact, To be in your dream hug Let me see your eyes To smell your perfume I'm looking for that word in that old dictionary

 

Metaphor of hearts

The bird said if you ever decide to love me,

I hope you have two hearts with you to give me one ... The last one who told me that he loves me so much, deeply entered my old heart, made it fall apart and melt away ..

Since then, I fly high without a heart with the clouds of the company ..

So, if you love me, keep that in mind, I'll need a heart ... a loan heart ...

 

Ι do not belong...

All your life they teach how u must do, think, act, love, live, smile

All the years of education they teach how u must be present, dress, talk, feel...

All the time at your job they teach u how u behave, how u must seat, react, claim, interfear, communicate...

All that faces they teach me..make me feel that i do not belong

I do not belong in half truth

I do not belong in that small garden

I do not belong in the words that was never said

I do not belong in small boxes that keep the smile of the morning

I do not belong in shoutting and builing of the love, i never get

I do not belong in the incertain possibilities

But i do belong in myself

And in the possibility of climbing a big mountain

Maybe never go to the top

But  i do belong in my dreams..