Ioulia Lymperopoulou is a published and awarded Greek-Italian writer, filmmaker, art performer and illustrator born in Athens in 1978. She graduated from the Historical-Archaeological Faculty, Majored in History, and has a master’s degree in “Modern and Contemporary Greek and European History” with a thesis on German-language interwar literature (UOI). Work Experience: research projects, historical archives, magazines (online, printed), theatre, television, short film productions. Writing: Prose & Poetry.
Publications (printed magazines): The Books’ Journal, Farfoulas, Mandragoras, Klepsydra. Publications (online magazines): CityMag-online magazine (CMOM), MusicHeaven, Eupolis.
Publications of poetry and illustrations (international magazines): Mediterranean Poetry, Aloka Magazine, e-revista EgoPHobia, Suburban Witchcraft Magazine” Issue 8, LIT Magazine Issue 40.
Poetry Festivals: Participation in ABCDETC 1st Poetry International Festival, online event on June 19th 2025, 19:00 (EEST). Participation in ABCDETC 2nd Poetry International Festival, live event on December 7th 2025. Organised and supported by Wallachia International Film Festival and the Publishing House 2B.com3 (To Become Free), based in Bucharest, Romania.
Projects: 6 books (novel, illustrated short story & 4 collective works where her short stories have won Awards and distinctions in Writing Contests), 3 multi-awarded art experimental shorts: “F r a g m e n t e d”, “13 Strokes…” and the Videopoetry “Life Path”, Photoproject FireFly (in progress).
Ioulia loves any form of art, travelling and cats. Please visit her site: https://ioulia.gr/
Τhe little moments,
I miss, mom.
I miss your voice
Your loud gurgling laughter
And how your smiling face
Made me feel upon seeing me
Every time.
I miss
Weaving our songs
To put
In Greek and Italian words
Our news, deeds, acts and thoughts
Prefacing each day with a
“Buona giornata” and “Kalimèra”
While
The aroma of espresso coffee
Was swiftly dancing around
And Warmly
Like a scarf
Was wrapping us both in its arms.
Conversing
Is an art
That delivers invisible artworks and handcrafts.
Our gallery
Remained the same
Since you’ve gone
And time there stopped.
It mutated in a mental memory freezer.
Or I think it has;
It might have shaped its own form of existence
Far and beyond us.
I revisit
Every now and then
To remember
And reread
In a different light;
Our co-creative canvases
Were proudly multi-sized, colourful and bright.
Our little moments
Have been kept safe
In my treasury box
And neatly arranged
On my imaginary wall:
Me
In the kitchen
As a kid
Making butter cookies with lemon zest
In total bliss
Using as a biscuit cutter my fingers
To improvise with the dough
That delivered a variety of forms, small birds and stars
While wearing
Your kitchen apron;
It was on me so big
That it looked like I was swimming in it.
Us
Baking cakes, crostatas and pastiera napoletana
For upcoming birthdays, anniversaries and family feasts
Trying to resolve all kinds of problems
With colossal patience and quick wits
Celebrating my small successes and huge victories
With homemade rituals
And by enriching our piled-up photo albums archive with portraits
Staying stuck in waiting rooms of hospitals
Finding ourselves entangled in the system of the insurance funds
Travelling to known and unknown places
Just staying still and quiet on the beach under a pine tree
Reading books
And enjoying the scenery of the Mediterranean Sea
Sharing in the morning our nightdreams
Always making each moment count
By relishing small things.
Me
Helping you dye your hair
Then watching you take a shower
And being content in your full-of-wisdom-senile-power
Smiling at me back
And resembling
To an Afrodite
Coming out from a shell
In a Renaissance painting
At my grasp.
The memory life-fabric
Could go on and on…
You were
Looking great until your last day.
Enjoying life to the fullest
Having put to rest the past.
All was well deserved
And was gained with hard work.
Multifaceted you were and
Tireless to your expense
Cause you always had a full of love cup
And a childlike heart.
As your fellow student
The Thinker Antonio
Recently marked:
We live every day
But we die only once.
Τhe little moments
I miss, mom.
Athens (Greece) and Naples (Italy), 25 March 2025-23 April 2025,
Naples (Italy), October 2025.
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