"For the people of my time, those who grew up in the 1940s, 1950s, 1960s in Cyprus of the Struggle against the English Conquerors, but also of the living nature, the rivers, the slopes, the orchards and the tall and fruitful trees, in Cyprus. of Byzantium, the priests and the temples, the chanters and the children - deacons inside the church, in this Cyprus, the parliaments of my poetry perfumed by the natural and metaphysical hymnology "(K. Cavafy). My aesthetic perception and philosophy was formed and my inner shock was ignited, as a result of my existential dimension with the world of dreamy, utopian perfection, as our hard, barbaric and beastly, sick planet is not offered to the love of beauty. and holiness. On the contrary, his moral ugliness drove away my sensitive and wounded soul. An antidote to cannibalism Hesiod's mutual carnage, I resisted, as strong and invincible antibodies, the upper and the ecclesiastical - above we break hearts - Christ of God we are represented. My surrender was complete and complete. "

Dr. Klitos Ioannides