Κεφαλονιά

Κεφαλονιά

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In St.Nicholas Catholic Church in Argostoli, the slim yellow votive candles slightly turns to a pale green. A marble basin, full of water and half filled with small sea pebbles, hosts all lighted candles. Emerging from water, in the middle of the basin, a perpetual flame serves like a lighthouse for a boat: guide alone candles to the fire.

What I am seeing and living in these days in this fascinating island in the middle of Ionian Sea, made my aesthetics jumps on a merry-go-round. After saying hello to St.Nicholas, wondering if is the same saint that protect seaman from troubles, I walked out to the main street. A marching band was passing by, playing a Greek song. It was followed by a bunch of families, fathers and mothers with their children by hands. The band was composed of about twenty musicians, mainly young boys and girls, plus some veterans, asked to build the foundations of harmony and rhythm. The crowd around the band was singing the song, whispering words from a lyric which I did not have the chance to understand: to me, it was just a marvelous sound over a sound. Again, a thrill raised my skin, like a needle when a tattoo starts; whispering in unison is an act that seems to sew men and women together, enforcing their collectivity spirit. In the Greek culture, every gesture has a particular weight. For example, some figues taken warm from the tree, seems to be one of the favorite welcome gift; Stella 1took figues from the plant, with her peaceful glance, to give it to Simona ]. Those figues are sweet like the hands that holds them.

At night, down at the port of Argostoli, we heard the sound of a male vocal choir singing a traditional songs. Coming closer, we saw many people watching the sea but there was no stage and no choir. Suddendly, on the nightly black sea, a boat appear: it was full of lights and live singing musicians. Simona2 was with me. We both had the skin raised up.
Again. So, I’ll do the math for you: skin raised up three times in a day, three insight channels opened to let life flows trough. Not too bad. Usually I’m glad for a cheap thrill in a couple of months.

The Κεφαλλονιά bones are made of salt. This salt is the sweat of the Island’s veins in which the Ionian Sea flows.
I hope to come back here as soon as life will make it possible.


  1. Stella Komina is a great ceramist artist based in Lassi https://www.facebook.com/stella.komina . She is also the special host, together with his husband Lampros, of the Simatos Apartment ↩︎
  2. Simona Marino, delightful pianist and wife ↩︎

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