With a topiary in his hands and a jersey in Barcelona colours on the table, Alexis Tsipras makes another announcement of his party.
As he informs us, he has found the colours, which are the “blue of our homeland” and the “red of our struggles”.
Obviously Mr Tsipras has a little problem, iperhaps colour blindness, or an inability, like most males, to pick out the subtle shades of the palette.
Because what we see on both the topiary and the jersey is neither blue nor red.You will say to me that I am asking a lot of a man who has failed to learn the differences between Yes and No, I am tearing his memoranda from imposing memoranda, Lesbos from Mytilene, the effect produced by a 180 or 360 degree turn and many other things that everyone remembers with a knot in their stomach – except for him who decided to change the past by writing his “Ithaca” with his own truths.
Of course, the past, if it has a comforting effect on the future, is just that: it is the past, and no one has ever managed to change it, except to relive it in case something was not learned the first time.
So the multiply ex resurfaces with obvious intentions to further football the already earthy atmosphere that the existing opposition is industriously serving in and out of parliament, hopefully introspectively hoping Alexis will win on penalties Maria Karystianou, who comes down with the sword of catharsis and a black rose on her lapel, a reminder of mourning and crushing on the untarnished white of what Kapodistrias envisioned, Dostoevsky appeared, Thanasis Avgerinos recited and Katerina Moutsatsou sang, making the interludes of Nikos Xylouris.
Finally, and because I’m a good person, let Alexis’ legal advisors take a look at whether they are covered by Barcelona’s Color-Signal Copyright and Trademark Law. Maria Karustianou’s lawyers have no reason to bother, what Moses wrote on the tablets is not covered due to his death in perpetuity…
