Georgos Sardelis - Poet

Brief Bio

Georgos Sardelis - Poet

Georgos Sardelis lives in Thessaloniki and has built a multifaceted life as an economist, lecturer and contributor to financial journals and media. Alongside his academic and professional work, he actively participates in voluntary and cultural initiatives, teaching Energy Psychology, Parapsychology and self-awareness.  

As a writer and poet, George has created an impressive body of work, some of which include: His poetic trilogy “From the Depths” — Deposit of the Soul, Speaking Silences and Steps of Life — along with the acclaimed Life Observatory, reflect a voice shaped by reflection and inner search.

His bilingual anthology “Steps of life”, which was honored in 2023 among approximately 100 countries, with the Panorama Golden Book Awards, is widely available in national bookstores and international platforms. His hymn “My Lord and God” was honored internationally in 2024 among approximately 100 countries, at the Biennale of Hagiography/Iconography and Hymnography. 

In 2025, the following were published: The essay “Are You Yourself?” continues his exploration of consciousness and self-knowledge. Also the Poetry collection “Roots and Flowering”.

As a “worker of art”, Giorgos Sardelis tirelessly continues his writing activity and his speeches in the Media (television and radio).

     "Se Tu fossi"

Molte volte vorrei parlarti,

Per riportare indietro il passato,

Di come da solo vivo oggi

E di un domani che mi troverà di nuovo lontano.

Il tuo sguardo ora si posa su immagini sconosciute,

Da solo mi rivolgo a un vicolo solitario,

Le notti  son diventate inverni senza fine

E "noi" un corpo vuoto.

Come polvere che il tempo disperde tra le mani,

Tutto ciò che abbiamo vissuto sembra un'ombra,

Il ricordo una ferita che molto duole

Con un addio che brucia  lentamente.

Se tu fossi Dio tu saresti qui,

Se fossi una stella brilleresti alta in cielo,

E se una lacrima per me scorre,

Sappi che parla al mio cuore.

Ho camminato per strade mai da noi calpestate,

Recitando parole mai pronunciate,

Ciò per cui temevo avessimo pagato,

E ciò che amavamo non lo conservo.

Un amore rimasto a metà,

Come una nave che non ha trovato un porto,

Tu sei la sete ed io sono la pioggia

Morta prima ancora di lambirti.

In ogni tuo silenzio imparo a vivere,

In ogni tuo "no" imparo il perché,

Ti voglio anche se so che sto perdendo

Ciò che tu ed io non abbiamo condiviso.

Se fossi Dio saresti qui,

Se fossi una stella alta in cielo,

E se una lacrima cade per me,

Sappi che parla al mio cuore.

Se tu avessi una voce mi parleresti ora,

Se avessi un cuore soffriresti anche tu,

Ma sei un'ombra che attraversa il tempo

E lascia che la sua luce si spenga presto.

Ti coltivo dentro di me come posso,

Ti ho reso vera per poter resistere,

Ma ogni volta che t'incontro

È in ciò che perdo e non in ciò che ho.

Non ti chiedo di restare qui,

O di diventare ciò che più non siamo,

Solo che se mi capita di vederti,

Sappi che ti ho tenuto in fondo al cuore.

Se fossi Dio, saresti qui,

Se fossi una stella alta nel cielo,

E se una lacrima scorre per me,

Sappi che parla al mio cuore.

E se mai troverai ciò che io non ho trovato,

E se mai vivrai ciò che io non vivo,

Sappi che in dote della mia solitudine,

Lascio l'eterno "ti amo".

Non siamo diventati una cosa sola, siamo rimasti due,

Due sconosciuti nella stessa città,

Invece di "noi" abbiamo scelto l'addio

Pur sapendo che tutto avrebbe fatto così male.

Se fossi Dio, saresti qui,

Se fossi una stella alta nel cielo,

E se una lacrima scorre per me,

Sappi che parla al mio cuore.

Giorgos Sardelis- Radici e Fioritura/Collezione Poesia 2020

 ---Translated by Franca Colozzo

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   «Αν Ήσουν»

Πολλές φορές θέλω να σου μιλήσω

το χθες να φέρω να το αγγίξω ξανά,

για το σήμερα πώς μόνος θα ζήσω

 και τ’ αύριο που με βρίσκει ξανά μακριά.

Το βλέμμα σου τώρα σε ξένες εικόνες,

μονάχος γυρνώ σ’ ένα άδειο στενό,

θα γίνουν οι νύχτες ατέλειωτοι χειμώνες

και το «εμείς» ένα σώμα κενό.

Σαν σκόνη ο χρόνος στα χέρια σκορπίζει,

όλα όσα ζήσαμε μοιάζουν σκιά,

η μνήμη πληγή που βαθιά με δανείζει

 μ’ έναν αντίο που καίει γλυκά.

Αν ήσουν Θεός θα ’σουν εδώ,

αν ήσουν αστέρι ψηλά στον ουρανό,

κι αν ένα δάκρυ για μένα κυλά, 

να ξέρεις στην καρδιά μου μιλά. 

Στους δρόμους περπάτησα που δεν πατήσαμε, 

λόγια που δεν είπα τα κουβαλώ, 

όσα φοβήθηκα τα πληρώσαμε, 

κι όσα αγαπήσαμε δεν τα κρατώ. 

Μια αγάπη που έμεινε μισή, 

σαν πλοίο που δεν βρήκε λιμάνι, 

εσύ είσαι η δίψα κι εγώ η βροχή 

που πριν σε αγγίξει, έχει πεθάνει. 

Σε κάθε σιωπή σου μαθαίνω να ζω, 

σε κάθε σου «όχι» μαθαίνω γιατί, 

σε θέλω κι ας ξέρω πως χάνω εγώ 

ό,τι δεν ζήσαμε εσύ κι εγώ μαζί. 

Αν είχες φωνή θα μου μίλαγες τώρα, 

αν είχες καρδιά θα πονούσες κι εσύ, 

μα είσαι μια σκιά που περνάει την ώρα 

κι αφήνει το φως της να σβήνει νωρίς. 

Σε έπλασα μέσα μου όπως μπορώ, 

σε έκανα αλήθεια για να αντέχω, 

μα κάθε φορά που σε συναντώ 

είναι σε ό,τι χάνω κι όχι σε ό,τι έχω. 

Δεν σου ζητάω να μείνεις εδώ, 

ούτε να γίνουμε ό,τι δεν είμαστε πια, 

μονάχα αν τύχει να σε δω, 

να ξέρεις σε κράτησα βαθιά στην καρδιά. 

Κι αν κάποτε βρεις ό,τι εγώ δεν βρήκα, 

κι αν κάποτε ζήσεις ό,τι δεν ζω, 

να ξέρεις πως στης μοναξιάς μου την προίκα, 

αφήνω το αιώνιο «σ' αγαπώ». 

Δεν γίναμε ένα, μείναμε δυο, 

δυο ξένοι στην ίδια την πόλη, 

αντί για το «εμείς» διαλέξαμε αντίο 

κι ας ξέραμε πως θα πονέσει εξίσου όλη. 

Γιώργος Σαρδέλης 

Ποιητής - Ελλάδα

If You Were

Many times I long to speak to you,
To bring back yesterday, to touch it once more,
To ask how I’ll live through today alone,
And the tomorrow that finds me far away again.

Your gaze is fixed now on foreign scenes,
While I wander alone in an empty lane;
The nights will turn into endless winters,
And "us" into a hollow frame.

Time scatters like dust through my hands,
All we lived feels like a shadow's play;
Memory is a wound that deeply lends me
A goodbye that burns in a sweet way.

If you were a God, you would be here,
If you were a star in the sky above;
And if a single tear falls for me,
Know that it speaks to the heart I love.

I walked the paths we never tread,
I carry the words I left unsaid;
The things I feared, we paid the price,
And the things we loved, I hold no more.

A love that remained half-complete,
Like a ship that never found a shore;
You are the thirst and I am the rain
That dies before it reaches you.

In every silence of yours, I learn to live,
In every "no," I learn the reason why;
I want you even knowing that I lose
All we never lived, you and I.

If you had a voice, you’d speak to me now,
If you had a heart, you’d feel the pain;
But you’re just a shadow passing time,
Letting your light fade out in vain.

I shaped you inside me as best as I could,
I made you a truth so I could endure;
But every time that I meet you now,
It’s in all I lose, not in all I possess.

I don’t ask for you to stay here,
Nor to become what we are no longer;
Only if I happen to see you again,
Know that I kept you deep in my heart.

And if you ever find what I could not,
And if you ever live what I do not;
Know that in the dowry of my solitude,
I leave an eternal "I love you."

We didn’t become one, we remained two,
Two strangers in the very same city;
Instead of "us," we chose goodbye,
Though we knew the pain would be shared by both.

Giorgos Sardelis

Poet - Greece