'Anassa villa..
We wandered for long on this idyllic island until we reached this point…the fairyland
We heard mystic sounds, and felt the sweetness and wildness, mixed with the dew of the fern and the aroma of the shrubs and hills all around…
yet I sensed them.. I visualized their apparitions, so they were there, and not only for me…
The land is conspicuous, overbearing across the land of Centaurs (Pelion), and gives me the sense that this very place is almost part of that land…, a small rift in its middle, two hills, this is how the navel was formed, from which rise all the fairies and elves when the mist emerges…
The trees in the field echo the sacredness of primal nature, which combined with the joy of spring blooming reify the laws of the supernatural…
This is where the leafage of the royal oak tree rustles from the fresh mountain air, a “real entity”, as Papadiamantis would say.., which stands there self-sufficient and complacent, in her inner narcissism, aloof from the worldly matters, inspiring the visitors in deep meditation…absorbed by the rhythms of nature in her mountainous home
Is it, possibly, the blue of the sky and the sea, the untamed, dense green of the hills beneath?... Whatever it is, it traps you into its immenseness, and you pretend to be the puny god, who is privileged to be here, at the 'Anassa villa...
We wandered for long on this idyllic island until we reached this point…the fairyland
We heard mystic sounds, and felt the sweetness and wildness, mixed with the dew of the fern and the aroma of the shrubs and hills all around…
yet I sensed them.. I visualized their apparitions, so they were there, and not only for me…
The land is conspicuous, overbearing across the land of Centaurs (Pelion), and gives me the sense that this very place is almost part of that land…, a small rift in its middle, two hills, this is how the navel was formed, from which rise all the fairies and elves when the mist emerges…
The trees in the field echo the sacredness of primal nature, which combined with the joy of spring blooming reify the laws of the supernatural…
This is where the leafage of the royal oak tree rustles from the fresh mountain air, a “real entity”, as Papadiamantis would say.., which stands there self-sufficient and complacent, in her inner narcissism, aloof from the worldly matters, inspiring the visitors in deep meditation…absorbed by the rhythms of nature in her mountainous home
Is it, possibly, the blue of the sky and the sea, the untamed, dense green of the hills beneath?... Whatever it is, it traps you into its immenseness, and you pretend to be the puny god, who is privileged to be here, at the 'Anassa villa...
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