Farewell to Christos… by Dina Poursanidou

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Michael Gordon – Farewell to a Season, Bishop Creek Canyon, Eastern Sierra Nevada (www.commercialfineart.com/fine-art-shopping-other-artists/michael-gordon-farewell.html)

I think I met Christos in 1988 back in Greece…We were friends or friendly to start with… I fell in love with him in 1989 and I loved him deeply for a long time…I guess I still do…Deep down an emotionally unavailable man, with a wife and two children…

…a very troubled man, an alcoholic – although he would never describe himself as such…he told me that he loved me whilst in  states of heavy drunkenness…I only saw him  (bumped into him in the street) a couple of times since I left Greece in 1990…I heard that he died of aggressive triple cancer in 2005, he was only 43…

I have thought a lot about him recently…I guess I never had the chance to say ‘goodbye’…and there is probably no grave any more to visit…people are exhumed after 3 years from their death in Greece…

I came across this beautiful traditional Scottish ballad…and this is my farewell to Christos:

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair,

His lips are like some roses fair,
He’s the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon he stands.

I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground, whereon he goes,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When he & I could be as one.

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair,
His lips are like some roses fair,
He’s the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon he stands.

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
And satisfied, I never can be,
And the I write him a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair,
His lips are like some roses fair,
He’s the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon he stands.

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