Sustainability in Literature, Music and Art by Konstantina Lakki

A song for nature

barbarakatr01 — 2023-03-16 13:51:55 UTC

Two young women Maria Stavrianidou, a director and songwriter and Maria Petkou, a composer from Naousa in Imathia, sensitised by the installation of additional wind generators on Mount Vermio 6 months ago, have collaborated to write an extraordinary musical composition, accompanied by a choir. Mrs Stavrianidou has personally conducted a research and reached the conclusion that wind turbines, not only in Vermio but globally as well, have a negative impact on the ecosystem. Being emotional, she decided to send her own message to inform people of the issue, with the help of Maria Petkou, who took the responsibility to compose the music.

Lyrics
Listen to the birds singing
listen to the streams flowing
listen to the mountains echoing
They speak to you of wounds
They're begging you
Should you hush, they will be gone
They're crying
All for one, everything is one
Open up your heart and remember
Open up the eyes of your soul and remember

Katri Varvara

A poem about greekness

2023-03-17 08:44:34 UTC

He made this masterpiece out of pure love for his fatherland which is called romiosini ⬇️

These trees don’t take comfort in less sky
these rocks don’t take comfort under foreigners’
footsteps
these faces don’t take comfort but only
in the sun
these hearts don’t take comfort except in justice
This landscape is merciless like silence
it hugs its fiery rocks tightly in its bosom
it hugs tightly in the sun its orphan olive trees
and grapevines
it clenches its teeth There is no water Only light
The road vanishes in light and the shadow of the fence wall
is made of steel
Trees rivers and voices turn to marble
in the sun’s whitewash
The root stumbles on the marble The dusty
bulrush
The mule and the rock They all pant There is
no water
They’ve all been thirsty for years and years They all
chew one bite of sky over their bitterness
Their eyes are red for lack of sleep
a deep wrinkle is wedged between their eyebrows
like a cypress between two mountains
at sundown
their hands are glued to their rifles
their rifles are extensions of their hands
their hands extensions of their souls –
they have anger on their lips
and grief deep within their eyes
like a star in a pothole of salt.
‐ γιαννης ριτσος .

Sahil kumar 🇬🇷🇬🇷🇬🇷

To love❤️

marydedou15 — 2023-03-20 15:33:40 UTC

A beautiful song by Halassinos~

Lyrics:

To love the mountains and the seas,
the known and the unknown places,
the birds, the flowers, the clouds,
and to love people very much.

To love the holidays and the days,
the islands, the rivers, the stars.
And if they ever hurt you, I will
friends, wild, white doves.

To love the mountains and the seas,
the known and the unknown places,
the birds, the flowers, the clouds,
and to love people very much.

To love, to forget and to rejoice
your own peace and that
who enlighten our minds with love,
and amaranth lilies sprout.

To love the mountains and the seas,
the known and the unknown places,
the birds, the flowers, the clouds,
and to love people very much.

To love the mountains and the seas,
the known and the unknown places,
the birds, the flowers, the clouds,
and to love people very much.

Dedousi Mary..

2023-03-21 14:00:05 UTC

🍃The wisdom of nature🍃

^{You see,}^{butterflies know about loneliness and live only}^{one day.
                Maria Haralabidi}

~Stellina Kouroupi

2023-03-21 14:10:10 UTC

🌳 FOREST 🌳

Simple
the trees
the scattered leaves
no unfortunately
but mute
deadly
i walk and collect
golden silence

Giorgos Sarantaris

Dimitra Kivotou

This is a beautiful poem from George Vizyenos 🌹

2023-03-21 14:38:32 UTC

Curly rose
Caressed flower
how much I long
let me give you a kiss

But Mrs. Rose
it has thorns and hooks
and whoever steals kisses
she pays dearly for it.

Therefore do not be afraid
like a good boy wherever I am,
when I see you blooming
I love you and thank you.

Because you have one breath
which reeks of neighborhoods
and you have evening and morning
for a nightingale singer.

Danai Gavala

2023-03-22 20:22:34 UTC

The following song, is the poem
"The almond tree" by Kostantinos Kariotakis, set to music by a greek band called "Dramamini" .

Lyrics:
In my garden an almond tree has sprouted
and it's so tender that nearly breathes
but each day or every dawn it withers
and the joy of its flower won't give me.

And Heaven forbid!I have so much love for it...
Every morning I go near it and kneel
and with water and with tears I water
the Almond tree that sprouted in my garden.

Oh,the lie of it's life will end
and what leaves haven't fallen down yet,will do
and its branches will be left bare wood
Its flower's spring won't give me.

And still me, the poor guy had for it so much love...

2023-03-22 21:35:17 UTC

            The forest,look,go back
The forest, look, return to the embrace of the night. It exhales an intoxicating smell, it moans with the nightingale.The little moon above it projects strangely, and in the mirror of the stream, it lays down its magic.
                                 Maria Polidourh

Eveina Karagianni

"Spring"

VeroMikr — 2023-03-24 17:35:24 UTC

The sweet spring
adorned with flowers
rose-crowned
It sweetens the earth.

And the earth is clothed with grass,
her forests shade,
the cold snows are melting,
the sky is laughing.

The flowers are painted,
the sides color,
and voluptuous light up
the cool dawns.

On the thorny rose
the nightingale sings.
The foreign swallow
fits the nest.

In the plains rich and uncut
in green pastures
the living herds
they dart and jump.

And the young shepherd
is happy blowing the flute
freshens the air
with singing voices.

- Ioannis Billaras

Veroniki Mikroutsikou

Cypriot poem

androulapapaeleftheriou2 — 2023-03-26 14:00:03 UTC

Because - Kostas Vassiliou

Because you burned my forests

To cut your plots

And you are talking about Dasoupoli*

Where there is not a single tree

 

Because you dug up my gardens

To spread your pitches

And you are talking about Anthoupolis*

Where there is not a single flower

 

Because you were a baby

Because you're killing my sunshine

To enrich your darkness

And you're talking about Lampusa*

Where there is no glitter

And you're talking about the Alhambra*

Where there is no light
*They are areas in Cyprus

Poem for friendship 🫂

2023-03-26 17:55:27 UTC

The beloved sky, so innocent, so good, with its abundant light, disturbs us, but forgives us to fall in love with life, willingly.
~Giorgos sarantarhs~

Melina adamopoulou

~Precious Forgotten~

2023-03-26 18:06:39 UTC

Who in their right mind would throw away a full battery?

Only nature, suddenly,

He pulls the plug on the charger with a splash

Machine cables batteries

In the basket -

She was worn out with the rich

Mythical

Vanity.
Antonis Fostieris

Meminaj Markela

The Forest

deverakiefraimia — 2023-03-26 18:36:52 UTC

The forest,look,lie down in the night's armload.Myrrh exudes intoxicating,moans with the nightingale.The little moon on it strange emerges and in the mirror of the stream its magic lies.
~Maria Poludouri~

Efraimia Deveraki

Sahil kumar , george xaralampakhs

2023-03-27 06:59:00 UTC

May the 21st
Glorious years come back to me

Let the 21st come a moment

To ride through the wide threshing floor

And I drank wine with the pumpkin

To fight parties in castles

And let my sword catch fire

And to keep the nights with the stars

A beautiful hug

Glorious years come back to me

May the 21st be a night

First, the dance to drag the troops

And the fishermen are also mad at me

And when I'm caught, I lean under the bars

May menexed hands and skies hurt me

To fight parties in castles

And let my sword catch fire

And to keep the nights with the stars

A beautiful hug

Glorious years come back to me

May the 21st be a night

Sahil kumar🇬🇷🇬🇷

George xaralampakhs 🇬🇷🇬🇷

Nature.

2023-03-27 08:12:52 UTC

A local band in Ioannina city wrote this poem about nature.

Nature.
Far away, around and inside us.
Source of life, flight and shelter.
Game and adventure.
Root and wind. Flow and imobility.
Stem and decomposition.
Loss, research and consciousness.
Exploration and redemption.
Awe and tranquility.
Reality and allegory.
Contemplation, thought and inspiration.
Experience and creation.

George Filios

𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 ,𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒆

2023-03-30 12:56:48 UTC

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆,
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔,
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔
𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚?
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒆
𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚•
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕
𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

nasiavris — 2023-04-01 08:26:34 UTC

Nature is just a good name for what god created.
- William Cowper

A poem about the Sky

aiaskoum2007 — 2023-04-02 20:34:22 UTC

The sky is a place dwelled by us,
not only after we die but even now.
Yet, we ignore the sky,
we see it and we don’t touch it,
We don’t know that we live inside it,
we hold on to it just like kids on trees
thinking that we hold on to the earth.

Giorgos Sarantaris (Constantinople 1908 – Athens 1941)

German Song for children

2023-04-19 08:22:25 UTC

About rubbish

German Song about us and the Environment

2023-04-19 08:25:05 UTC

https://youtu.be/tqZfLmq6bxg

German Rap song Kontra K - Augen zu

2023-04-19 08:25:37 UTC

Katharina Michel German Songs (from Rap to Rock dealing with sustainability and environment

2023-04-19 08:28:01 UTC

Dear Parters,
German music scene along with different sing and songwriters and bands have been dealing with different aspects of sustainability, nature and climate change in the last decades. We hope that you get an idea what our songs (some of them are even made for children) are about. Enjoy our choice of songs, enjoy translating and interpreting them.

German song about the environment

2023-04-19 08:29:23 UTC

German song „Wann? - Rio Reiser“

2023-04-19 08:29:52 UTC

von Luna Yazbeck

2023-04-19 08:31:47 UTC

German Song

2023-04-20 06:20:30 UTC

German song

2023-04-20 06:23:05 UTC

german song

2023-04-20 06:25:09 UTC

„Perle im All“ - GReeeN

Poem ,,der Sonnenstrahl“

2023-04-20 06:42:15 UTC

The poem “der sonnenstrahl” by christian morgenstern is about global warming.

Christian Morgenstern falls ill with tuberculosis, which forces him to go to the spa again and again throughout his life. He's moving to Berlin. From here he regularly writes cultural reports and literary reviews for the magazines "Neue Deutsche Rundschau" and "Der Kunstwart".

Der Sonnenstrahl

frei nach Christian Morgensterns Lattenzaun

Es war einmal ein Sonnenstrahl,
der traf die ach, so gute Wahl,
mit Lichtgeschwindigkeit, ganz schnell
die Erde anzuleuchten hell.

Ein CO2, das dieses sah,
stand eines Tages plötzlich da
und ließ ihn nicht ins All zurück.
Das war ein wenig schon verrückt.

Die Luft, die heizte sich bald auf,
die Erde war gar nicht gut drauf,
das Eis, das schmolz, war bald schon weg,
kein Damm erfüllte seinen Zweck.

Das Wasser stieg bis an mein Haus,
und das Gedicht, das ist jetzt aus.

Musik ist keine Lösung

2023-04-20 06:43:51 UTC

It’s a German song about that Music isn’t always a Solution to all of the Problems in this world

2023-04-27 06:30:41 UTC

https://youtu.be/u5Vz7obL460