Patras World Poetry Festival

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DECEMBER 10th - 13th  2020 

We would like to inform you that due to the implementation of a new lockdown in our country and the increase in the number of coronavirus cases, the organizing and scientific committee of the “Jean Moréas International Awards” and the Patras International Poetry Festival postpones the date of the event on December, 10-13 of 2020.

Digital Event

The Patras World Poetry Festival 2020 this year is entitled "National Poets" and plans to host 60 poets from 15 different countries around the world.

This year the festival  be held online and virtually, as far as COVID-19 impact affects significantly the implementation of this event.

In the four-day online event there will be 6 meetings lasting up to 3 hours, where the guest poets will be presented with readings in 2 languages, via live connection. The events will be attended by invited representatives of institutions and the jury, while the program will include speeches, presentations, tributes, music, etc.

In addition, the following activities will take place within the schedule of the Festival events:

  • online Award of the annual Greek Poetry Awards "Jean Moréas" (Saturday December 12th)
  • Art Exhibition "National Poets" with the participation of 20 Greek artists and 10 artists from different countries (live and digital tour)
  • Collectible trilingual edition of the poems of the participants, in the first language of each artist, in Greek and English

The 3rd Patras World Poetry Festival 2020 is organized by the Poetry Fountation “Grafeion Poiiseos”, the literary website Culture Book ( and the multicultural center Epikentro Plus History & Arts, while every year it is under the auspices of the Ministries of Culture and the Ministry of Tourism*. Supporters of the event are the Greek Library of London, the Cultural Center “Kostis Palamas”, the University of Western Macedonia, the Hellenic Open University and many other important institutions, as claimed under the Aegis of the President of the Hellenic Republic.

Awarding of Poetry Awards "Jean Moréas" for the year 2019

This annual event will be held digitally at one session of the PWPF Poetry Event 2020, with a presentation of the award-winning poets and recitations by them. This is the annual event during which the "Jean Moréas" Prizes are awarded for Greek poetic art and Greek poetic production in its entire range. They are recognizable nationwide and concern the poetry collections that were published throughout the previous calendar year from the year of the award. They refer both to young poets and newcomers and to those who are recognized with their poetic work along time.

The event is highly appreciated by the Greek literary and artistic circle of readers. In this year's event, in addition to the institutionalized awards, a very important foreign poet will be honored, who with his/her lifelong work honors the literature outside Greece.The Award Committee is composed of Greek University professors, as well as very important poets and poetry critics who will evaluate the work of the honorees.


On behalf of the organizing committee.

Kotopoulos H. Triantafyllos, President of the “Patras World Poetry Festival”

Skiathas D. Antonis, President of the Poetry Fountation “Grafeion Poiiseos”

Alaniadi Maria, Event Manager of the “Patras World Poetry Festival”

Henry Alexander Gómez, Colombia


Henry Alexander Gómez, Colombia


The Poems


They appeared suddenly,
inside a black wooden box
and carrying the night's broken air.

They walked along the years' path
shoved into any which corner of the house.
Cousin Betty accidentally discovered them,
looking for some lost toy in the attic.

A fear of dogs the bones barking death.
A spell. Dark magic. Murder on the silent balcony.

It was grandma who remembered they were the forgotten bones
of Great-Grandma Felisa. They had arrived decades ago
and hoped to become an dandful of wind,
a naïve flower.

At the bottom of the box, grandpa's strange letter
confirmed the news and demanded a space next to her tomb.

The rivers that the stone crosses after the rain
are unheard of.
Years of wandering under beds,
grinding among shadows, examining the earth,
the bones,
like a tired planet,
scream their part of the world, now as we exhume
grandpa's remains.

There they lie,
                       the two,
in a bottomless crypt,
in a celestial ossuary, examining the ligth.

The heart searches beyond the flesh.

(Translation by Caroline Witcomb and Alexa Jeffress)



Εμφανίστηκαν ξαφνικά,
ήταν χωμένα σε ένα συρτάρι από μαύρο ξύλο
και κουβαλούσαν τον σπασμένο αγέρα της νύχτας.

Προχωρούσαν στον δρόμο των χρόνων
στριμωγμένα σε μια τυχαία γωνιά του σπιτιού.
Η ξαδέρφη η Μπέτυ τα ανακάλυψε κατά λάθος,
ψάχνοντας στην αποθήκη κάποιο χαμένο παιχνίδι.

Τρόμος σκύλων αυτά τα κόκκαλα που γαβγίζουν τον θάνατο.
Ξόρκια. Μαύρη μαγεία. Φόνος στο μπαλκόνι της σιωπής.

Ήταν η γιαγιά εκείνη που θυμήθηκε πως ήταν τα ξεχασμένα κόκκαλα της προγιαγιάς 
Φελίσα. Είχαν φτάσει πριν από δεκαετίες
και προσπαθούσαν να γίνουν μια χούφτα ανέμου,
ένα νυσταγμένο λουλούδι.

Στο βάθος του κουτιού, το παράξενο γράμμα του παππού
διαβεβαίωνε το νέο και διεκδικούσε ένα μέρος δίπλα στον τάφο του.

Άγνωστα τα ποτάμια
που διασχίζει η πέτρα όταν η βροχή σβήνει.
Χρόνια να σφάλλουν κάτω από τα κρεβάτια,
τρίζοντας ανάμεσα στις σκιές, καθώς αφουγκράζονται τη γη,
τα κόκκαλα,
                   η ζωή,
σαν ένας κουρασμένος πλανήτης,
φωνάζουν το μερίδιό τους στον κόσμο, τώρα ακριβώς που ξεθάβουμε
τα λείψανα του παππού.

Εκεί αναπαύονται,
και οι δύο,
σε έναν θόλο δίχως πάτο,
σε ένα ουράνιο οστεοφυλάκιο, ερευνώντας το φως.

Η καρδιά αναζητείται πιο πέρα από τη σάρκα.

(Μετάφραση: Μαρία Καλουπτσή)
Traducción: María Kalouptsi



Aparecieron de repente,
estaban metidos en un cajón de madera negra
y cargaban el aire roto de la noche.

Andaban por el camino de los años
apretados a cualquier rincón de la casa.
Prima Betty los descubrió por error,
buscando en el cuarto de trastes algún juguete perdido.

Susto de perros esos huesos ladrando la muerte.
Sortilegio. Oscura brujería. Asesinato en el balcón del silencio.

Fue abuela quién recordó que eran los huesos olvidados
de la bisabuela Felisa. Habían llegado décadas atrás
y buscaban ser un puñado de viento,
una flor soñolienta.

Al fondo de la caja, la extraña carta del abuelo
confirmaba la noticia y reclamaba un lugar junto a su tumba.

Insólitos los ríos
que cruza la piedra después que la lluvia se extingue.
Años de errar debajo de las camas,
rechinando entre sombras, auscultando la tierra,
los huesos,
la vida,
como un planeta cansado,
gritan su parte del mundo, justo ahora que exhumamos
los restos del abuelo.

Allí descansan,
                         los dos,
en una bóveda sin fondo,
en un osario celeste, examinando la luz.

El corazón se busca más allá de la carne.

* * *


It's pointless to travel among the scent of ash, to lay poppies to rest in the blind angel's jaw.

Song of childhood: smoking skin's opium and drinking the last drop of a blues from the
darkest bottle in a Louisiana bar. Lung muzzled while the gramophone plays Bessie Smith or 
Billie Holiday.

A barefoot print gives her away, her clear shadow gives her away.

A crevice rummages in the penumbra. Find yourself powerless to count the assortment of 
clouds at your fingers.

It's beautiful to watch over the sun, naked, when night falls: the orgy of her voice low, 
curved within the earth.

(English translation by Olivia Lott)



Είναι ανώφελο να ταξιδεύεις μέσα στην μυρωδιά της στάχτης, να θάβεις παπαρούνες στα 
σαγόνια του τυφλού αγγέλου.

Τραγούδι της παιδικής ηλικίας: να καπνίζεις το όπιο του δέρματος και να πίνεις την
τελευταία γουλιά ενός μπλουζ από το πιο σκούρο μπουκάλι ενός μπαρ της Λουιζιάνα. Ο
πνεύμονας φιμωμένος καθώς το γραμμόφωνο παίζει την Μπέσσυ Σμιθ ή την Μπίλι

Ένα ξυπόλητο αποτύπωμα την προδίδει, την προδίδει η διάφανη σκιά της.

Σκάλισε μια ρωγμή στο ημίφως. Ανακάλυψε τον εαυτό σου ανήμπορο να μετρήσει την 
πολλαπλότητα από σύννεφα που περιτριγυρίζουν τα δάχτυλά σου.

Είναι όμορφο να παραφυλάς γυμνή τον ήλιο όταν νυχτώνει: το όργιο της φωνής της 
κατεβαίνει κυλώντας στο εσωτερικό της γης.

(Μετάφραση: Μαρία Καλουπτσή)
Traducción: María Kalouptsi



Inútil es viajar entre el olor de la ceniza, sepultar amapolas en las mandíbulas del ángel

Canción de la infancia: fumar el opio de la piel y beber la última gota de un blues de la
botella más oscura de un bar de Louisiana. El pulmón amordazado mientras el gramófono
suena a Bessie Smith o a Billie Holiday.

Una huella descalza la delata, la delata su sombra transparente.

Hurga una grieta en la penumbra. Descúbrete impedida para contar la multiplicidad de 
nubes que rodean tus dedos.

Es bello vigilar desnuda al sol cuando anochece: la orgía de su voz baja cóncava al interior de
la tierra.

The Poet

Henry Alexander Gómez (Bogotá, 1982). He is the director of the Literature Festival "Ojo en la tinta". He has received many distinctions, among them, the Externado University National Poetry Prize, the Silva House of Poetry Prize and the José Verón International Poetry Prize of Spain for the book Tratado del alba (2016). Other published books: Memorial del árbol (2013), Second Prize for Poetry Unpublished Work; Diabolus in musica (2014), Ciro Mendía National Poetry Prize; Georg Trakl en el ocaso (2018); La noche apenas respiraba (2018) Honorable Mention Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz International Literature Contest and Finalist of the National Poetry Prize of the Ministry of Culture. In 2021 he received the International Short Story Award Juan Ruiz de Torres for the book Cuentos para hundir un submarino. He is cofounder of the Poet Magazine La Raíz Invertida (


Henry Alexander Gómez (Bogotá, 1982). Es director del Festival de Literatura "Ojo en la tinta". Ha recibido diferentes distinciones, entre ellas, el Premio Nacional de Poesía Universidad Externado, el Premio Casa de Poesía Silva y el Premio Internacional de Poesía José Verón de España por el libro Tratado del alba (2016). Otros libros publicados: Memorial del árbol (2013), Segundo Premio de Poesía Obra Inédita; Diabolus in música (2014), Premio Nacional de Poesía Ciro Mendía; Georg Trakl en el ocaso (2018); La noche apenas respiraba (2018) Mención Honorífica Certamen Internacional de Literatura Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz y Finalista del Premio Nacional de Poesía del Ministerio de Cultura. En el 2021 recibió el Premio Internacional de Cuento Juan Ruiz de Torres por el libro Cuentos para hundir un submarino. Es cofundador de la Revista de Poesía La Raíz Invertida (

Ελιάνα Χουρμουζιάδου
Paura Rodríguez Leytón, Bolivia


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