I recently read a part from Chroni Missiou’s book; “Χαμογέλα, ρε… Τι σου ζητάνε;” and I was fascinated…
As he writes;” Like this, with this damn invention called clock, we push our hours and days like it’s a weight for us, and it is a weight, because we don’t live, do you get it? We’re just looking at the clock, to get past this hour, to get past this day, so tomorrow comes and once again from the beginning.
We split the day in corpses of moments, in dead hours buried inside us, inside our self’s caves, the caves on which the freedom of our desire is born, and we pave them, with all kinds, of shit and trash that they try to sell us as “ideals”, as “needs”, as “morality” and as “culture”.
We turned our bodies into a massive graveyard of murdered longings and expectations and we don’t pay attention to the most important, the most substantive things, like playing and talking to children and animals, to flowers and trees, to play and have fun with eachother, to make love, to enjoy nature, the beauty of the human hand and of the spirit, to slowly get to know the inside of us, to meet ourselves and the ones that surround us…
Everything, every single thing, we tend to postpone it to a tomorrow that may never come…”
You can listen to Chroni Missio, reading a part of his own book in greek here; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mB8HtxJnXyU
We translated this part with the help of; https://lyricstranslate.com/en/%CF%84%CE%BF-%CE%B1%CF%86%CE%B7%CF%83%CE%B1%CE%BC%CE%B5-%CE%B3%CE%B9%CE%B1-%CE%B1%CF%85%CF%81%CE%B9%CE%BF-we-left-it-tomorrow.html