Hotter than Hell

When we chose the music for  this Greek blog post we were again reminded of how strange and nice it is that we have a very similar music taste even though we grew up so far apart from each other - two worlds basically. AND we both love the Mediterranean! So here goes: Some Greek music for you.

So far up 38,5 x 28,5 cm

PELOPONNESIAN HEAT

There’s a whisper in the pine woods. Very pretty.

Makes you want to write poems. Then it sounds

like girls in flip-flops and kitchen clogs

on the steps of The Quaintest Taverna

You Ever Saw. Your quill begins to molt. Soon, sprawled

in the hot dust, bloated like some sexual insect,

you can’t even walk anymore. Girls tumble by, fanning the world

with their thin cotton dresses and shadow-casting

eye lashes. The thick blossoms of oleander bushes

smell like scorched milk and on the rocks below the cliffs

where an odor of burning jasmine lingers the women too

are burning in the sun. Seen from the old town walls

the hills on the other side of the gulf, violet

and smoky, are on fire as you crawl off into the shade, seeking relief—

an old man perched on a donkey smiles at you, lips parched, eyes

damp with pity, and says, “The heat, it is like Africa.” 

Aphrodite's Child - The Four Horsemen