Η ιστορια που μου αφιερωσε ο Νικος στα ελληνικα εδω
This is Nick,a very talented young blogger and writer of short science fiction stories,and moi.We met yesterday for the first time (sort of),we've only been online friends up till now.He dedicated one of his short stories to me and I wanted to thank him personally for this great honor!I told him that if he lived in a country any other than Greece,he'd get paid a handsome amount of money for writing scripts!And it's true.His talent and imagination speak for themselves.If you can read Greek,go visit his blog and read the story he dedicated to me here.You'll see what I mean for yourselves.
If you don't speak Greek,don't despair!I've translated the story for you in English below,with Nick's permission of course.Enjoy!
''The Dreamer is inspired by,dedicated to and written for Eirini Haritou,for the unexpected help she gave me with my stories,when I had no idea I needed that help.
Thanks to Eirini I started believing that I am not totally out of place and time when it comes to writing.I could feel some sense of confidence in the fact that what I have been doing all those years was not a hopeless endeavor doomed to fail.
So that I could depict my inspired vision,based on Eirini's unique personality,I had to do something I've never done before:write a story without any elements of terror,fear,death,hatred,darkness,disappointment or pessimism.I utilised a style of writing I've never used before.This is the reason why this is such a short story.I am not used to writing about happy,hopeful,bright worlds.
I have no idea whether I succeeded in putting into words the style I had in mind.All I wanted was to pay tribute to a person that gave me and is still giving me a lot of valuable help.''
The Dreamer of Never-Ending Dreams
In the exact point of the horizon where Imagination and Splendor meet up with the most peculiar passion of Creation,lies and dreams the Dreamer of Never-Ending Dreams.
Still,serene and shining,she lies at the bottom of the highest skies.Nobody has ever seen the colour of her eyes because she has never opened them.She was born dreaming and she will live on dreaming,the Dreamer of Glimmering Dreams.
Her body,transparent underneath the white cloack clothing it.Her hands,crossed over her bossom,are holding a golden heart.Each time a dream ends,the Dreamer squeezes that heart mightily and the heart grows bigger.
Up till now the heart has grown to its full size three times,one for every ten years.And within eight years this dreaming process will be over and will start all over again.Within each moment of light this woman dreams up of a whole life.And each life that the Dreamer of Impossible Dreams dreams up is like a cloud dust in the sky.
How many lives has she dreamed up all those years?How many worlds?How many souls have passed through her heart,how many winds have messed up her hair?If the trees among which she wanders are her wishes,then the clear blue sky hovering above them is the tenderness with which she embraces everything that she loves and is being loved by.And when she is standing on a top of a mountain,smiling,higher than the stars themselves,if she reaches out she can touch her own thoughts and go on a new journey,on to a new life.
The trace of her self leaves a shining trail amongst her dreams.The energy of her life,each one of her many lives that she dreams up,is included in her every step,in each of her new creations.Where the place for an ending is,Irinia puts a new beginning instead.So the circle of her dreams make up a shining,never-ending structure.
How many lives,one wonders,has the Dreamer of Never-Ending Dreams lived?''
Love,peace and dreaming