Michael Mitsakis
MELLODE
Like the oaks on the mountains that fear neither the lightning's strike, nor the demon's ax I will nail my foot firmly on the ground tumultuous spirit, harmonious and mad.
MYRMIDONS
I will tell you good news and sonorous oracles. Amazed by light and air feeling my blood hot under the vapors of the forest, the old tales of dumb pastures I will make them rise again rejuvenated with their nimble and slender grace goldened by the brightest rays through pines and beeches, you will hear me bring you the simple and rude language of peasants and idlers; with pure intentions without motives, they will roll, laugh and shout free of caustic soda!
(Transl. from French Panos Bosnakis)