“The Dead Brother”… Kostas Laliotis
(lyrics from the traditional poem of “the Dead Brother”) “I fear you, little brother…You carry the scent of incense.” “Last night we crossed over to Saint John’s.The priest censed us lavishly with incense.” “Tell me—where has your youthful grace gone?Where is your proud bearing?Your golden hair,your handsome mustache?” “Long have I lain sick,and my hair … Περισσότερα