agapete me mimou to kakon alla to agaton

Love the good not the evil! What happens when the evil is more attractive than the good? Here you have the theory and the praxis of life. It is so much easier to sit with a good book and read than to do the chores around the house. How much more pleasant to eat chocolates than beens! Last night I found 6 lost poems that I wrote 50 years ago. This took me back to my teens, and the memories flooded my mind. Those years and experiences of friendship and love are unforgettable. Even the struggles of then daily life, seem today full of mystery and pleasure. The rides on the bus! on the outside of the bus...on the bumper! across the Poniatowski bridge. The grape clusters of students hanging by a toe on the step of the over-crouded tramway.Or the foot walk through the streets to get to the cheapest milkbar for the same meal, for two years. But also the sessions in company of friends in a caffe, arguing the values of ancient Egypt as compared to the Greeks or Babylonians. Sneaking in to a "cellar" where there was the most delicious "Spanish cream" and sipping the delicious nectar of young love. The "boys" all 4 or sometimes 5 of us... three are dead and two are heading that way, frequented the hounts always together. That is why I like to keep in touch with Poland: Warsaw,Poznań,Cieszyn,Bielsko,Kraków,Łódź and Gdynia! Like the song reminds me: "those were the days my friend, I thought they'd never end, and we will live forever and a day." Must admit we loved the good, though we flirted with the evil also. But those "evils" when seen from the perspective of 50 years, were mere pranks. There was no viciousness in any and all our activities. We were rich beyond compare! While we were begging for food ...from the less poor [the Łozowski clan, the Siemionowicze, the Rollas with beautiful Ann;the Bulli arystocrats with Elizabeth...] we enjoyed the fellowship, the togetherness. We lived and loved and laughed. We helped, honored, and defended one another. We slipped from time to time, there were some misunderstandings, some broken [temporarily] hearts, some tears and disappointments, to be sure. Then! the "atomic bomb of freedom" exploded and scattered us into the distant corners of the world. There is a song that summarizes the present sentiments of life, "The Birdman from Tyrol." Seventy years had the old mand when he returned home from his life's peregrinations, and from his wanderings he brought back sorrow in his heart and gray hair, then in a distance he heard a plaintive song of a friend...Once more, once more little bird sing me a song, and bring back the moments of happiness and youth....! Nothing is new under the sun, what is...was, what was, will be...! What a joy it is for me to touch bases with my friends in Russia, the Ukraine, Poland, Czech Republic, Germany, Italy, Austria, Switzerland, England and Spain in Europe and some more in Africa, Asia and Australia, to mention only some of them. My greatest joy nowadays is to see young people experiencing the joys of youth, the joy of life full of friendship, love, and commitments. Good night for now.