A Journey to Santorini
Photos Christos Zouliatis
Music Evangelos Pitsiladis
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| E.Pitsiladis |
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| Christos Zouliatis |
I gaze at the
silver greatness that is Santorini and wonder to my self what is it that always
brings me back here…Time goes by softly and the island has enough room to
reveal its other side, possibly the real one, during Spring time…it fills with
distinct colours and energy. The Kaldera itself turns green and the flowers
blossom peacefully, in sharp contrast to the stone and lava, which, during this
time blend with the aura the island now possesses…
Humidity wraps
itself gracefully around the cliff, travels down the Mount of Prophet Ilias and
slowly covers the whole of the island, giving it a sense of peacefulness and
great ease to the eye, in contrast to the anticipated energy of the upcoming
summer. It’s as if someone has switched off the main power supply and the
island rests breathing heavily… pervasive peacefulness… The power of silence!
One can only hear the air, running riot through the narrow streets, sweeping
away any signs of summer loving and fun, thus, preparing the ground for the
expected explorers – intruders! The sea untamed, becomes one with the horizon,
a mixture of light and dark blue and grey. The smell of turf… Silence. In
Santorini, you close your eyes and sense the quiet yet strong power brewing
under its dark waters. St. Irene of Tears whispers softly in your ears:
Santorini is a dangerous island, which owes its gracefulness to a threat
hovering over you. Those who are perceptive enough to sense that, come back to
it.
The magnetism
its catastrophical fate oozes out attracts us as much as the strong faith in
life, which here, is always stronger than and defeats death.
Source Santorini
Source Santorini
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