Sailor's ''Sirtaki Dance''
Rotterdam…
The crew on shore.
Prostitutes,
Prostitutes,
drinks, dance and more.
Full of sailors the Cabaret.
They are thirsty,
Full of sailors the Cabaret.
They are thirsty,
last Port Bombay.
A bunch of cops,
A bunch of cops,
about four,
walked in beating
walked in beating
the door..
The sailors made a lot
The sailors made a lot
of remarks
and the finger was given
and the finger was given
by the Sparks.* * Radio Operator
Quickly put us all in jail..
My mother would wait
Quickly put us all in jail..
My mother would wait
in vain for mail..
Imprisonment !
Imprisonment !
I truly don’t mind…
Prison and ship,
Prison and ship,
two of a kind
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* Extract from "The Broken Mooring Line", an experiential
poetic work // page c // e-mail: pmataragas@yahoo.com //
Texts and Narration: Odysseus Heavilayias - ROTTERDAM //
Language adjustments and text adaptation: Kellene G Safis - CHICAGO//
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* Extract from "The Broken Mooring Line", an experiential
poetic work // page c // e-mail: pmataragas@yahoo.com //
Texts and Narration: Odysseus Heavilayias - ROTTERDAM //
Language adjustments and text adaptation: Kellene G Safis - CHICAGO//
Digital adaptation and text editing: Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga - PIRAEUS
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The Tales of a Greek Sailor
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The Tales of a Greek Sailor
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