Yiorgos Christodoulides Poems
- Violin-Cases Instruments are but our need to hear something ...
- Matinal Image Morning reveals onto the day's canvas an image...
- Singing My body carries the dust of the road you ...
- Parisian Mirage A parade in Paris; so unexpected. We were ...
Born in Moscow in 1968, raised in Larnaka, Cyprus. Holder of an MA in Journalism (Lomonosov University, Moscow) . He works as a journalist in Nicosia. His debut work? ? ? a [Enia] (Ateleia, Nicosia,1996) was awarded the State Prize for young writers. His second, ? ? e? ? ? t? ? ße? ? ? [Dream-Mill] (Gavrielides, Athens,2001) received the State Prize for ... more »
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Instruments are but our need
to hear something else than our stupid voices.
Yet through the sounds of the violin
you get to grasp the meaning of silence
Violinists should have been dwarfs;
once dead, we’d bury them in their violin cases.