Niko Tiliopoulos Poems
- Don’t Go To Bali Don’t go to Bali my friend. Even if the ...
- Allow Me My Vices Allow me my vices. I’m no saint and I ...
- Heroes When you were young, the world was infinite, a great...
- Grandmother When I saw you sad, drowned inside your wet ...
- Sub Rosa I missed the Spring. I fell asleep under the ...
- A Content Analysis Of Dreams There is a field, a land ...
- Ceci N’ Est Pas Une Poème This is the last week I see my ...
Niko was born Nikolaos Savvas Tiliopoulos on Tuesday 15 July 1969 at 6: 00 a.m., in the harbour city of Volos, on the central east coast of Greece. Coincidentally, his birthplace was also that of the Centaurs, Achilles, Jason, and Aeolus, the hanging out place of Aristotle, and the starting point of the Argonaut expedition. Niko, unfortunately or luckily perhaps, bears no resemblance to any of these ancient or mythical entities or events.
Niko started writing poetry since he could hold a pen, although his first attempts were, naturally, incomprehensible, as it would still be some time before he could write in proper words. Anyway, time went by, and Niko kept on writing poems and ... more »
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Don’t Go To Bali
Don’t go to Bali my friend.
Even if the whales whistle you the way,
even if the dolphins dance for you to stay,
even if the spirits possess you when you pray.
Even if the sun is king or the winds are fair,
or even if the sea currents take you there,
and even if you are charmed
by the gamelan music in the air.
Or the dancers of barong
and the outfits of sarong,
or the feasts of spice
and the paddies of rice,
or the volcanoes of light
and the temples of white.
Come what may in the end,
don’t go to Bali my friend.