By Christos Tsagkaris
Once upon a time a young man judged a poet for mentioning on his tomb nothing else except for a battle in which he had taken part.
“Where are the bright tragedy’s words? Your only glory is fighting as a soldier in a battle?”
They say that the voice of the poet himself answered to the youngster.
“Can’t you see all these trees around my tomb? Are they only gas, rain, and sun? They grew on my words and thus will speak of my words! The trees are born from my words. My words persuade this earth to feed the trees.”
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Thank you!