kritiko

This is an aged image of a Cretan playing a lyra...If you haven't heard this instrument- i advise you to stop what you are doing and youtube cretan Lyra as soon as possible.

This instrument brings me to life. Its as if the instrument itsself is my heart and each draw of the bow across its strings is the blood pumping to my veins. Up until Sunday night, I had not danced to cretan music in years... Sunday night the Dj began to play maleviziotikos, and pentozali and as soon as I heard the sound of the Lyra I immediately, as if by a trance made my way to the dance floor and found my place in the line..For the majority of the song my eyes were closed- i wanted to soak it in and feel the music and feel the rhythm of the people interlocked in the circle..i felt the sweat began to pour down my face and back, i felt the sweat from vasilis shirt and neck as i gripped his shoulder. Any other time or place I might have been slightly aware that the sweat dripping down my back would show through my clothes, not now. i felt as if each drop of sweat was well earned, and long awaited...i felt so proud. So unified- every one was incredibly spirited and intoxicated at this point, but it was passionate and it was shameless. I came alive, after a five year hiatus..i am alive again. ime yomatos zoi.