
Σοφία Βέμπο - Κάνε κουράγιο Ελλάδα μου - 1946
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πόσο κοντά ήρθαμε με το 1946!
Dear Mr. Jesus, I just had to write to you
Something really scared me, when I saw it on the news
A story 'bout a little girl beaten black and blue
Jesus, thought I'd take this right to you
Dear Mr. Jesus, I don't understand
Why they took her mom and dad away
I know that they don't mean to hit with wild and angry hands
Tell them just how big they are I pray
Please don't let them hurt your children
We need love and shelter from the storm
Please don't let them hurt your children
Won't you keep us safe and warm
Dear Mr. Jesus, they say that she may die
Oh I hope the doctors stop the pain
I know that you could save her and take her up to the sky
So she would never have to hurt again
Please don't let them hurt your children..
Dear Mr. Jesus, please tell me what to do
And please don't tell my daddy
But my mommy hits me, too.
Please don't let them hurt your children...
Hark the heraId angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Hark the herald angeIs sing
Glory to the newborn King.
Christ, by highest heaven adored;
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the Virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail the incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with man to dwell;
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark the herald angeIs sing
Glory to the newborn King.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Risen with healing in his wings,
Light and life to all he brings,
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness
Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace.
Hark the heraId angels sing
Glory to the newborn King.
Come, Desire of nations come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the Woman's conquering Seed,
Bruise in us the Serpent's head.
Adam's likeness now efface:
Stamp Thine image in its place;
Second Adam, from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.
Hark the heraId angels sing
GIory to the newborn King.
(M. Monnot / E. Constantine)
Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effrondrer
Et la terre peut bien s'ιcrouler
Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes
Je me fous du monde entier
Tant que l'amour inondera mes matins
Tant que mon corps frιmira sous tes mains
Peu m'importent les grands problθmes
Mon amour, puisque tu m'aimes...
J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde
Je me ferais teindre en blonde
Si tu me le demandais...
J'irais dιcrocher la lune
J'irais voler la fortune
Si tu me le demandais...
Je renierais ma patrie
Je renierais mes amis
Si tu me le demandais...
On peut bien rire de moi,
Je ferais n'importe quoi
Si tu me le demandais...
Si un jour la vie t'arrache ΰ moi
Si tu meurs, que tu sois loin de moi
Peu m'importe, si tu m'aimes
Car moi je mourrai aussi...
Nous aurons pour nous l'ιternitι
Dans le bleu de toute l'immensitι
Dans le ciel, plus de problθmes
Mon amour, crois-tu qu'on s'aime?...
...Dieu rιunit ceux qui s'aiment!
Σὰν ἔριξα καὶ τὸ στερνὸ δαυλὶ στὸ φωτογώνι,
(δαυλὶ τῆς ζωῆς μου τῆς κλεισμένης μέσ᾿ τὸ χρόνο)
στὸ φωτογώνι τῆς καινούργιας λευτεριᾶς σου, Ἑλλάδα,
μοῦ ἀναλαμπάδιασε ἄξαφνα ἡ ψυχὴ σὰν νἆταν
ὅλο χαλκὸς τὸ διάστημα, ἢ ὡς νἆχα, τ᾿ ἅγιο κελὶ
Τοῦ Ἡράκλειτου τριγύρα μου, ὅπου, χρόνια,
γιὰ τὴν Αἰωνιότη ἔχαλκευσε τοὺς λογισμούς του
καὶ τοὺς κρεμνοῦσε ὡς ἄρματα στῆς Ἔφεσος τὸ Ναό...
Γιγάντιες σκέψεις, σὰ νέφη πύρινα ἢ νησιὰ πορφυρωμένα
σὲ μυθικὸν ἡλιοβασίλεμα, ἄναβαν στὸ νοῦ μου,
τὶ ὅλη μου καίονταν μονομιᾶς ἡ ζωὴ στὴν ἔγνοια
τῆς καινούργιας λευτεριᾶς Σου, Ἑλλάδα. γι᾿ αὐτὸ δὲν εἶπα:
Τοῦτο εἶναι τὸ φῶς τῆς νεκρικῆς πυρᾶς μου...
Δαυλὸς τῆς Ἱστορίας Σου, ἔκραξα εἶμαι, καὶ νά,
ἂς καεῖ σὰν δάδα τὸ ἔρμο μου κουφάρι, μὲ τὴν δάδα τούτην,
ὀρθὸς πορεύοντας, ὡς μὲ τὴν ὕστερη ὥρα,
ὅλες νὰ φέξουν τέλος οἱ γωνιὲς τῆς οἰκουμένης,
ν᾿ ἀνοίξω δρόμο στὴν ψυχή, στὸ πνεῦμα, στὸ κορμί Σου, Ἑλλάδα.
Εἶπα, καὶ ἐβάδισα
κρατώντας τ᾿ ἀναμμένο μου συκώτι στὸν Καύκασό Σου,
καὶ τὸ κάθε πάτημά μου ἦταν τὸ πρῶτο,
κι ἦταν, θάρρευα, τὸ τελευταῖο,
τὶ τὸ γυμνό μου πόδι ἔπατει μέσα στὰ αἵματά Σου,
τί τὸ γυμνό μου πόδι ἐσκονταυε στὰ πτώματά Σου,
γιατὶ τὸ σῶμα, ἡ ὄψη μου, ὅλο μου τὸ πνεῦμα καθρεφτιζόταν,
σὰ σὲ λίμνη, μέσα στὰ αἱματά Σου.
Ἐκεῖ, σὲ τέτοιον ἄλικο καθρέφτη. Ἑλλάδα, καθρέφτη ἀπύθμενο,
καθρέφτη τῆς ἀβύσσου, τῆς Λευτεριᾶς Σου καὶ τῆς δίψας Σου,
εἶδα τὸν ἑαυτό μου βαρὺ ἀπὸ κοκκινόχωμα πηλὸ πλασμένο,
καινούργιο Ἀδὰμ τῆς πιὸ καινούργιας Πλάσης
ὅπου νὰ πλάσουνε γιὰ Σένα μέλλει. Ἑλλάδα.
Κι εἶπα:
Τὸ ξέρω, ναὶ ποὺ κι οἱ Θεοί Σου,
οἱ Ὀλύμπιοι χθόνιο τώρα γίνανε θεμέλιο,
γιατὶ τοὺς θάψαμε βαθειὰ βαθειά, νὰ μὴν τοὺς βροῦν οἱ ξένοι.
Καὶ τὸ θεμέλιο διπλὸ στέριωσε κι᾿ ἐτριπλοστεριωσε
ὅλο μ᾿ ὅσα οἱ ὀχτροί μας κόκαλα σωριάσανε ἀποπάνω...
κι᾿ ἀκόμα ξέρω πὼς γιὰ τὶς σπονδὲς καὶ τὸ τάμα
τοῦ νέου Ναοῦ π᾿ ὀνειρευτήκαμε γιὰ Σένα, Ἑλλάδα,
μέρες καὶ νύχτες τόσα ἀδέλφια σφάχτηκαν ἀνάμεσά τους,
ὅσα δὲ σφάχτηκαν ἀρνιὰ ποτὲ γιὰ Πάσχα...
Μοίρα, κι ἡ Μοίρα Σου ὡς τὰ τρίσβαθα
δική μου κι᾿ ἀπ᾿ τὴν Ἀγάπη, ἀπ᾿ τὴ μεγάλη δημιουργὸ Ἀγάπη
νὰ ποὺ ἡ ψυχή μου ἐσκλήρυνεν,
ἐσκλήρυνε καὶ μπαίνει ἀκέρια πιὰ μέσα στὴ λάσπη
καὶ μέσ᾿ τὸ αἷμα Σου, νὰ πλάσῃ τὴ νέα καρδιὰ
ποὺ χρειάζεται στὸ νιό Σου ἀγώνα, Ἑλλάδα.
Τὴ νέα καρδιὰ ποὺ κιόλας ἔκλεισα στὰ στήθη
καὶ κράζω σήμερα μ᾿ αὐτὴ πρὸς τοὺς συντρόφους ὅλους.
Ὀμπρὸς βοηθᾶτε νὰ σηκώσουμε τὸν ἥλιο πάνω ἀπ᾿ τὴν Ἑλλάδα,
ὀμπρός, βοηθᾶτε νὰ σηκώσουμε τὸν ἥλιο πάνω ἀπὸ τὸν κόσμο.
Τὶ, Ἰδέτε· ἐκόλλησεν ἡ ρόδα του βαθειὰ στὴ λάσπη,
κι ἄ, ἰδέτε χώθηκε τ᾿ ἀξόνι του βαθειὰ μέσ᾿ τὸ αἷμα.
Ὀμπρός, παιδιά, καὶ δὲ βολεῖ μονάχος ν᾿ ἀνέβῃ ὁ ἥλιος,
σπρῶχτε μὲ γόνα καὶ μὲ στῆθος νὰ τὸν βγάλουμε ἀπ᾿ τὴ λάσπη,
σπρῶχτε μὲ στῆθος καὶ μὲ γόνα νὰ τὸν βγάλουμε ἀπ᾿ τὸ γαῖμα.
Δέστε, ἀκουμπᾶμε ἀπάνω τοῦ ὁμοαίματοι ἀδελφοί του.
Ὀμπρός, ἀδέλφια, καὶ μᾶς ἔζωσε μὲ τὴ φωτιά του,
ὀμπρός, ὀμπρὸς κι ἡ φλόγα του μᾶς τύλιξε ἀδελφοί μου.
Ὀμπρὸς οἱ δημιουργοί.. Τὴν ἀχθοφόρα ὁρμή Σας,
στυλῶστε μὲ κεφάλια καὶ μὲ πόδια, μὴ βουλιάξει ὁ ἥλιος.
Βοηθᾶτε με κι ἐμένανε ἀδελφοί, νὰ μὴ βουλιάξω ἀντάμα..
Τὶ πιὰ εἶν᾿ ἀπάνω μου καὶ μέσα μου καὶ γύρα.
Τὶ πιὰ γυρίζω σ᾿ ἕναν ἅγιον Ἴλιγγο μαζί του...
Χίλια καπούλια ταῦροι τοῦ κρατᾶν τὴ βάση, δικέφαλος ἀητός·
κι ἀπάνω μου τινάζει τὶς φτεροῦγες του καὶ βογγάει ὁ σάλαγός του,
στὴν κεφαλή μου πλάι καὶ μέσα στὴν ψυχή μου.
καὶ τὸ μακριὰ καὶ τὸ σιμὰ γιὰ μένα πιὰ εἶν᾿ ἕνα...
Πρωτάκουστες βαρεῖες μὲ ζώνουν Ἁρμονίες,
ὀμπρός, σύντροφοι, βοηθᾶτε νὰ σηκωθεῖ νὰ γίνει ὁ ἥλιος πνεῦμα.
Σιμώνει ὁ νέος ὁ Λόγος π᾿ ὅλα θὰ τὰ βάψῃ,
στὴ νέα του φλόγα. νοῦ καὶ σῶμα. ἀτόφιο ἀτσάλι...
Ἡ γῆ μας ἀρκετὰ λιπάστηκε ἀπὸ σάρκα ἀνθρώπου...
παχιὰ καὶ καρπερά, νὰ μὴν ἀφήσουνε τὰ σώματά μας
νὰ ξεραθοῦν ἀπ᾿ τὸ βαθὺ τοῦτο λουτρὸ τοῦ αἵμα του πιὸ πλούσιο,
πιὸ βαθὺ κι ἀπ᾿ ὅποιο πρωτοβρόχι.
Αὔριο νὰ βγεῖ ὁ καθένας μας μὲ δώδεκα ζευγάρια βόδια
τὴ γῆ αὐτὴ νὰ ὀργώσει τὴν αἱματοποτισμενη...
Ν᾿ ἀνθίση ἡ δάφνη ἀπάνω της καὶ δέντρο ζωῆς νὰ γένη,
καὶ ἡ Ἄμπελός μας νὰ ἁπλωθεῖ ὡς τὰ πέρατα τῆς οἰκουμένης...
Ἔτσι, σὰν ἔριξα καὶ τὸ στερνὸ δαυλὶ στὸ φωτογώνι
(δαυλὶ τῆς ζωῆς μου τῆς κλεισμένης μέσ᾿ τὸ χρόνο)
στὸ φωτογώνι τῆς καινούργιας Λευτεριᾶς Σου, Ἑλλάδα
ἀναψυχώθηκε ἄξαφνα τρανὴ ἡ κραυγή μου, ὡς νἆταν
ὅλο χαλκὸς τὸ διάστημα ἢ ὡς νἆχα τ᾿ ἅγιο κελὶ
τοῦ Ἠράκλειτου τριγύρα μου, ὅπου, χρόνια,
γιὰ τὴν Αἰωνιότη ἐχάλκευε τοὺς στοχασμούς του
καὶ τοὺς κρεμνοῦσε ὡς ἄρματα στῆς Ἔφεσος τὸ ναὸ
ὡς Σᾶς ἔκραζα σύντροφοι.
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Honey-Infused and Roasted Almond Cookies
We may lack in dazzling Christmas traditions, but we have two particularly wonderful cookies for the holiday: melomakarona, the almost guilt-free of the two, are made with olive oil, orange, spices, and are infused with honey syrup.
The recipe is very old, and brings to mind gingerbread cookies. Kourambiedes, the other specialty sweet of our holiday season, are melt-in- the- mouth cookies, rich with roasted almonds, and sprinkled with confectioner’s sugar. In the old days, lard was used, making the dough crunchy and light. Keeping true to the island tradition, I have resisted today’s more common butter version and make my dough with a combination of lard and olive oil.
Melomakarona
Honey- Infused, Olive Oil, Orange and Spice Cookies
Plain, as my mother liked them, or stuffed with nuts, as some people on the islands do, these Christmas cookies are my favorite sweet. If you manage to resist eating them fast, they will get even better with time.
Makes about 40 cookies
1 1/4 cups light olive oil (not extra virgin)
1/3 cup sugar
Grated zest of 1 orange
1 cup freshly squeezed orange juice
3–4 cups all-purpose flour
21/2 teaspoons baking powder
11/2 cups fine semolina
1/2 cup brandy
Grated zest of 1 lemon
1 teaspoon ground cloves
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
FILLING (optional) or COATING for the cookies
2 cups finely chopped walnuts or 1 cup, for sprinkling
1 tablespoon ground cinnamon or 2 teaspoons, for sprinkling
SYRUP
1 cup sugar
1 cup honey
11/2 cups water
In a large bowl, beat the oil and sugar with an electric mixer until blended. Beat in the orange zest and juice. In a medium bowl, combine 2 cups of the flour and the baking powder. Gradually beat the flour mixture into the oil mixture. Beat in the semolina, brandy, lemon zest, cloves and cinnamon.
Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface and knead, adding 1 cup or more flour as necessary to obtain a smooth, soft, oily dough. Cover with plastic wrap and let stand for 20-30 minutes.
Preheat the oven to 350°F.
Make the filling, if you are using it, by combining in a medium bowl, the walnuts and cinnamon.
Take pieces of dough the size of a small egg and roll with your hands into ovals, about 2 1/2 inches long. If you are stuffing them, push three fingers into the bottom of each cookie to make an opening, and stuff with 1 teaspoon of the filling; reserve the remaining filling. Press the dough to close the opening. Slightly flatten each cookie and if you like, make an indentation on the top with the tines of a fork. Place the cookies on ungreased baking sheets about 1 inch apart.
Bake for about 30 minutes, or until they just start to color.
Meanwhile, make the syrup: In a medium saucepan, simmer the sugar, honey and water for 10 minutes. Remove from the heat.
Place the hot cookies in a large dish or baking pan that holds them snuggly, and pour the syrup over them. Let stand for 15 minutes. Turn the cookies to moisten the other sides and let stand until the cookies have absorbed all the syrup. Place the remaining filling, the chopped nuts and cinnamon, on a plate and roll each cookie in it to coat on all sides. Place the cookies in an airtight container, with parchment or waxed paper between each layer. Let stand for at least 1 day before serving. Store for up to 1 month.
Kourambiedes
Roasted Almond Cookies
Traditionally prepared for Christmas, kourambiedes are delicate melt-in- your- mouth cookies. You find similar cookies in various Middle Eastern countries, often sprinkled with rose water or citrus flower just before they are rolled in confectioner’s sugar. The old island recipes called for lard, as butter was not a common ingredient of the Mediterranean countries. There are also recipes for kourambiedes made entirely with olive oil. Today the cookies are prepared exclusively with butter, but I love this old version.
Makes 36 cookies
1/2 cup lard or butter, softened
1/2 cup light olive oil (not extra virgin)
1/3 cup confectioners’ sugar, plus about 2 cups to sprinkle on the cookies
1 egg yolk
Zest of 1 lemon
3 tablespoons ouzo, Pernod, or any other anise-flavored liqueur
3 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
1 ½ teaspoon baking powder
½ -2/3 teaspoon ground white pepper (optional)
1 cup coarsely ground toasted almonds (NOT skinned)
In a food processor or electric mixer, beat the lard or butter and sunflower oil with 1/3 cup confectioners’ sugar for about 6 minutes. Add the egg yolk, lemon zest, and ouzo and process for 2-3 minutes more. Sift the flour with the baking powder and the pepper, if using. Fit the processor with a dough hook and gradually add the flour. Process the mixture for 2-3 minutes, until a soft dough forms. Add the almonds and process until the dough is smooth again, about 1-2 minutes more.
Preheat the oven to 350º F.
Shape tablespoons of dough into round, oval, or crescent-shaped cookies, and place on a cookie sheet, leaving about 1 inch between the cookies so that they won’t stick together as they expand. Bake for 20 to 25 minutes, until very pale golden. Cool for 10 minutes.
Spread 1 cup confectioners’ sugar on a large serving plate. Very carefully, because they break easily, roll each cookie in the sugar, and place on a rack to cool. Proceed with all the cookies, adding more sugar to the plate as necessary. Finally, sift additional sugar on top of the cookies and let rest for 3 to 4 hours or overnight. Carefully pack the cookies in boxes, spreading a piece of waxed paper between each layer. Roasted Almond Cookies will keep for 2 months or longer.
Marry Christmas to all the airports masters and Nice Easter!
For all these travellers: I real wish and hope Yoy all have warm and happy X'mas days at home! Have patience.