Saturday, May 9 at Calimera will be held at 20:30 local media in a cultural event organized by the Association Grika milùme! " which combines the poetry reading in griko productions of young local artists.
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MY NEW CLOTHES EASTER
(Story of my uncle)
I was young in elementary school in our village. My grandfather, in the days of Great Lent always pushed me to learn the prayer "CIRIE DINAMEON", asking me every night kneeling before andarmi to sleep, I waited for elderly pregare.Con the Great and Holy Passion Week, because after Resurezione would come to Christ. How many
which contains many new things and I was on Easter Sunday! With all the joy you brought me! But the most important of all was my new clothes, my new "Vraka" (pants) and my beautiful "jeleco" (blouse) that my mother sewed for a long time and prepared with richami of all the colors that decorated the rim of my "jeleko" and even pockets. And when he came on Easter Sunday, I went to church.
walked proudly, believing that I was the only one to walk with my beautiful new clothes. Instead, we thought we were all young men be the ones to bring the Easter eggs with the red, and all of the 'joy of that day !!!!!. And my "Zonaria" (belt) I l 'I forgot ??... Made of silk my grandmother took him, and when she went to swim in the river Jordan, "where Christ was baptized and pray at the tomb of the Holy Sepulchre. On the beautiful belt silk were embroidered the letters of a prayer. I remember how all my friends were betraying their jealous seeing my "Zonaria" because what they had done the same thing of their "Vratsa" (trousers) or silk embroidered with shells from silkworm breeding and the women who preparing and coloring to make the silk thread, but not like mine.
Magrini and I was not much I weighed. To make my new clothes were just so easy and the cost was packed. Just my "zonnari" came from outside, but everything else was done with materials from the village and do not cost too much to dress a young man of my age at that time. So my father could save more money to buy other things for the home. From Only my father grew cotton we needed. My mother, the unraveled with his hands, then spun and the spinning was tinged with its beautiful colors, made of herbs and flowers. The wire on the frame and slowly increased while singing a song old and was created by weaving the cloth, but cloth! How strong was the cloth of our clothes! There seemed, dressing the body with new clothes on Easter and going to church, Christ the power of his resurrection benecesse us and made our clothes and especially strong in my
"Vratsa." (Trousers)
Theon DIAKIDIS 
(Story of my uncle)
I was young in elementary school in our village. My grandfather, in the days of Great Lent always pushed me to learn the prayer "CIRIE DINAMEON", asking me every night kneeling before andarmi to sleep, I waited for elderly pregare.Con the Great and Holy Passion Week, because after Resurezione would come to Christ. How many
which contains many new things and I was on Easter Sunday! With all the joy you brought me! But the most important of all was my new clothes, my new "Vraka" (pants) and my beautiful "jeleco" (blouse) that my mother sewed for a long time and prepared with richami of all the colors that decorated the rim of my "jeleko" and even pockets. And when he came on Easter Sunday, I went to church.
walked proudly, believing that I was the only one to walk with my beautiful new clothes. Instead, we thought we were all young men be the ones to bring the Easter eggs with the red, and all of the 'joy of that day !!!!!. And my "Zonaria" (belt) I l 'I forgot ??... Made of silk my grandmother took him, and when she went to swim in the river Jordan, "where Christ was baptized and pray at the tomb of the Holy Sepulchre. On the beautiful belt silk were embroidered the letters of a prayer. I remember how all my friends were betraying their jealous seeing my "Zonaria" because what they had done the same thing of their "Vratsa" (trousers) or silk embroidered with shells from silkworm breeding and the women who preparing and coloring to make the silk thread, but not like mine.
Magrini and I was not much I weighed. To make my new clothes were just so easy and the cost was packed. Just my "zonnari" came from outside, but everything else was done with materials from the village and do not cost too much to dress a young man of my age at that time. So my father could save more money to buy other things for the home. From Only my father grew cotton we needed. My mother, the unraveled with his hands, then spun and the spinning was tinged with its beautiful colors, made of herbs and flowers. The wire on the frame and slowly increased while singing a song old and was created by weaving the cloth, but cloth! How strong was the cloth of our clothes! There seemed, dressing the body with new clothes on Easter and going to church, Christ the power of his resurrection benecesse us and made our clothes and especially strong in my
"Vratsa." (Trousers)
Theon DIAKIDIS
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Sweet as a mother!
The mother who created us, gave us not only
his blood
that runs through the veins of our body
also gave us the spirituality and morality
that requires us to make good and great actions.
Mother is our consolation,
the joy and the flowers of our spring.
Love as her you will not find on Earth!
Only those who have lost their mother, their only
understand how heavy and sour
is the pain that feeds them.
Mom, sweet name, how can I forget
,
if I hold in my heart wherever I go and wherever you come back!
I held your hand I bless!
In my mind the beautiful sounds
your speech. Where to find
, Mom, the words to my complaint
and confess how bitter my pain?
Theoni 
The mother who created us, gave us not only
his blood
that runs through the veins of our body
also gave us the spirituality and morality
that requires us to make good and great actions.
Mother is our consolation,
the joy and the flowers of our spring.
Love as her you will not find on Earth!
Only those who have lost their mother, their only
understand how heavy and sour
is the pain that feeds them.
Mom, sweet name, how can I forget
,
if I hold in my heart wherever I go and wherever you come back!
I held your hand I bless!
In my mind the beautiful sounds
your speech. Where to find
, Mom, the words to my complaint
and confess how bitter my pain?
Theoni
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