Padre Padrone

Saverio Marconi played Gavino Ledda in Classic film Padre Padrone
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Saverio Marconi played Gavino Ledda in Classic film Padre Padrone

By Gabrielle Morgan

Among the many books on my bookshelves there are some more treasured than others, especially the ones which have been signed by the authors themselves.  I often come across newspaper clippings of reviews that I had slipped between the pages and sometimes I find a lovely card still hides in the jacket with the sentiments expressed by the person who gave me the book as a present.  Now, years later, I find endless delight in coming across these bits of nostalgia which never cease to move me as memories crowd my mind.

Ελιά αιώνια

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Ευαγγελία-Αγγελική Πεχλιβανίδου


Χιλιάδων χρόνων χρώμα της ελπίδας,
φυτρώνεις ανασαίνοντας την ανάσα
της Ελληνικής γης, Ελιά!
Αναλλοίωτο στους χειμώνες
που τυλίγονται πάνω σου.
Παραμένεις διελκυστίνδα
των ψυχών των πληγωμένων.

Κύπρος, το Μαρτυρικό νησί της Αφροδίτης

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Ελένη Αρτεμίου Φωτιάδου
Έπαινος στον 9ο Διεθνή Διαγωνισμό Βαυαρίας
με θέμα: Κύπρος, το μαρτυρικό νησί της Αφροδίτης

Στη δίνη των καιρών

Tην είδα πάλι χτες πανώρια, κυματοκρατούσα
Mε τα δυο χέρια της λειψά σαν πόθοι ανομολόγητοι
Έσκυβε , έπαιρνε με τη ματιά της τους αφρούς
Τους ζύγιαζε καλά στο πεπρωμένο της
Τη γύμνια μάταια να κρύψει προσπαθούσε
Δεν κρύβεται η τόση Ιστορία των Ανθρώπων που αγάπησαν
Στο Νότο κι αν γεννήθηκε αγνάντια η θεά προς το Βορρά κοιτούσε
Λες και κρατούσε τα μελλούμενα σ’ ένα βαθύ της βλέμμα
Τότε στα πέτρινα τα στήθια βαρύς σηκώθη του πολέμου στεναγμός
Kι είδα τους νιους σε μία νύχτα μέσα να γερνάνε

Το Εγχειρίδιο του Νέου Ηγέτη

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Χάρης Μελιτάς
Διάκριση στον διαγωνισμό
Σατυρικής Ποίησης
Νομαρχίας Χανίων

Διάλεξε χρώμα
και φτιάξε κόμμα.
Πάρε σημαίες
και βγες στους δρόμους
ψάξε παρέες
στους υπονόμους.
Στήσε βεγγέρες
πούλα ελπίδες
μίλα για μέρες
αλκυονίδες.
Σώσε τον τόπο
απ’ την αλήθεια
δεν θέλουν κόπο
τα παραμύθια.

“Bonjour!” – Good Morning in French

"Bon Jour!" - Artist: Michael Morgan
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"Bonjour!" - Artist: Michael Morgan

This fictional story was inspired by Michael Morgan’s painting “Bonjour!”

Alain Durand missed his native France.  Overcome with nostalgia, he walked along the path in the gardens which were an oasis in the city.  Wistfully, he watched the people passing by and cherished the hope that he might chance to hear the intonation of his own language pass their lips.

It was a crisp day in late autumn.  The sun shone brightly, but there was no heat in it.  Alain was grateful for his coat which he clasped tightly around himself.  He liked to dress well as befits a Frenchman.  He wore a bowler hat which offset his deep red coat with its black lapels.  An onlooker could quickly perceive he was a man of style and expensive taste.

I Was Not Found in A Suitcase…But I was named….

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By Michael Morgan

I still see the images as though projected on a wall screen or a plasma T.V. set, super clear and detailed, the single gold fish in a bowl leaving an iridescent slick as it moved, the white screens around my bed.   I can still smell the coal tar disinfectant permeating the air,  the matron all in white, large in stature.  I compare her now to a Spanish Galleon in full sail.  I remember her name, Sister Pump.  I was seven years old, my tonsils had been removed.  A fashionable operation at that time.

I was in “Airlie” Private Hospital, Ivanhoe, Melbourne, a few minutes walk from my home.

It is now 64 years later, and as I write I have in my hands a series of recently obtained documents, one of them being my original certificate of birth.  It is an old scrunched up photo copy.  I see the name of the Sister in attendance at my birth, Sister Pump.  I see my birth mother’s name(s).  She was twenty seven years of age and she lived in another State.

I was named after the hospital.

AIRLIE —- was my name!

So it was to be.  I was kept in the hospital under the control of a lawyer who acted on my mother’s behalf.   And then Mr. And Mrs. Morgan came along.   I was the chosen one.  Airlie (I gather Airlie was a Scottish place name) became Michael.  I then lived a life in a gilded cage.

Paper clipped to the tattered birth data are the documents and affidavits that explain “the social” reasons for my mother having her baby away from her home town.  She stated that she had a child about eight years old and that she would start up a fund for my upkeep until after I was adopted or placed in care.

I recently traced my birth mother’s movements until I was the age of nine, then all documentation seems to stop.  No new marriage certificates, no death certificates, no change of name certificates, it seems to be a void.  My birth father, because of his position, refuses to give information and here I continue to muse.  There is a lot more to tell, I may do so.

Some question why I bother with this so-called “baggage, it’s just a form of psychoneurosis they say.”  Such sophistry does not bother me.  Rightly or wrongly a simple word is the key to my searches.  Lies.  They seem to dominate life and more and more I seek the truth.  I have experienced loss, redemption, and discovered riches beyond my wildest dreams.  I will continue the quest.

I have chosen to speak.

 Michael Morgan (c)

Ευαγόρας Παλληκαρίδης

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Χάρης Μελιτάς

Α’ Βραβείο Ε.Π.Ο.Κ.
σε συνεργασία με τον «Κυπριακό Ελληνισμό»
και την Κυπριακή Πρεσβεία στην Αθήνα

Από τον Κάλβο όραμα, απ’ τον Καβάφη πνεύμα
σπαθί απ’ τον Σολωμό
από τον Παλαμά φωτιά κι απ’ τον Ελύτη ρεύμα
έκλεψα στης θυσίας του να φέρω το βωμό.

Βλογήστε με αρχάγγελοι τις πένες σας να ενώσω
μονάχα μια φορά
με στίχους πρωτολάλητους να του αφιερώσω
τραγούδι ακατάλυτο στου χρόνου τη φθορά.

St. Petersburg – Russia

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By Gabrielle Morgan

I was privileged to enjoy a cruise on the Marco Polo, Orient Line Scandinavian cruise ship, which docked in Sweden, Finland, Russia, Estonia, Denmark and the Norwegian Fiords.  The ship is an ideal size for navigating the narrow passage of the Fiords.  It carries 826 passengers and has a much more intimate atmosphere than bigger liners that carry thousands.  The food is superb, staff obliging and friendly and your every need is catered for.  The entertainers are world class.  Interesting lectures are given the day before every port of call outlining the history of the country and outstanding points to visit.