By Gerasimos Manolidis (Sportime.gr)
Solomos Solomou: Today marks 26 years since his death. The sob, on camera, of his murder by the Turks in the occupied territories.
Mind clouded by the loss of his own man. Logic at that moment had no place in his mind. That had traveled far from his head. The veins could not "hold" his blood. This was boiling. He was hot all over his body. It was right after his funeral Tasou Isaac. A moment of ignorance, but also of courage, of youth.
He had just been buried Tasos Isaac. The Solomos Solomou he couldn't take it anymore. The Turkish flag on his own soil (Cyprus) made his heart skip a beat. He left, not counting the slightest cost. His own life. He wanted to take down the flag. He wasn't listening to anyone. He was crazy. Only dead would stop. Opera and it happened.
An act of bravery, a heroic action. No, he didn't "gone" at all. It became a symbol. A symbol for the young people of that time, not to accept everything. To claim, to fight, to fight. To make their own revolution. To resist every yoke, every "prison" of human freedom. We've said it again. All violence, from wherever it is exerted and in whatever form it is, imposes resistance.
Ο Solomos Solomou it is our duty to be remembered. For what his movement symbolizes, his madness.
The lyrics of Christos Kretsovalis, to the music of Vassilis Dimas and sung by Notis Sfakianakis describe him perfectly...
Solomos Solomou
He was mad, that's why he deserved the glory,
and they betrayed him with the kiss of death.
A madman is always drawn forward by the crook,
for cowards to fear and hide.
He was mad, that's why the agyrts forgot him,
life is like a cigarette on his lips.
What are the seeds of traitors made of,
and they don't honor those who have a voice...
My crazy brother, you have become my dirty,
how much courage can I squeeze into a song?
Be my flag and come my company,
those on my neck who sat down to drive out.
In the black she danced with bows of death,
he didn't even care that his magic was leaving.
He was mad and they fired a bullet,
because cowards always strike the unarmed.
But, this immortal turns in the air
and these immortals don't go away, they always live..!
Source: Sportime.gr / Gerasimos Manolidis