Ελληνικό Λιοντάρι

Και μου λέει μια συνάδελφος πριν λίγο..."Μην ξεχνάς οτι είσαι Ελληνικό λιοντάρι". Το γεγονός; Είμαι σε μια δουλειά εδω και μερικούς μήνες, η πρώτη μου πραγματική δουλειά για την ακρίβεια και δυστυχώς μου έπεσε ο λίγοντας. Γιατί το λέω αυτό; Δεν είναι ότι είμαι τεμπέλα, άμαθη και χωρίς εμπειρίες. Αλλά όταν το αφεντικό σου έρχεται στην δουλεία και μέσα σε μισή ώρα σε κάνει να αγανακτάς, να κλαις και να'χεις ημικρανία τότε κάτι σίγουρα πάει λάθος.

Όταν το αφεντικό σου πηγαίνει για μεσημεριανό για 2,5 ώρες, μπεκροπίνοντας στη διάρκεια του break του, και γυρνάει πίσω στο γραφείο φέσι, μη ξέρωντας εαν θα αρχίσει να σου φωνάζει για λάθη τα οποία έκανε εκείνος ή εαν θα αρχίσει να σε αστειεύει γιατί δε μπορεί να συγκεντρωθεί για να δουλέψει, τότε σίγουρα κάτι πάει πολύ πολύ λάθος σ' αυτή τη δουλειά.

Θέλω να παραιτηθώ!!!Η μάνα μου μου λέει να κάνω ότι πιστεύω εγώ καλύτερο. Ο πατέρας, καθαρά αυστηρός Έλληνας λέει "μέινε εκεί να σκληρήνεις" άσχετα εαν πλήρωσε τα μαλλιοκέφαλα του για να με σπουδάσει κάτι το οποίο δεν έχει καμία απολύτως σχέση με αυτό που κάνω τώρα.

Ακόμα και το highlighter μου έχει δυνοπαθήσει και έχει αρχίσει να εξαντλήται με όλη αυτή τη κατάσταση. Οικονομική κρίση, my ass! Εγω αυτό που ξέρω είναι οτι περνάω τις ώρες και τις μέρες μου σε μια κωλοδουλειά που δε μου προσφέρει τίποτα ΑΠΟΛΥΤΩΣ, η οποία δε με κάνει καν ανεξάρτητη οικονομικα, η οποία με έχει κάνει άλλον άνθρωπο, γεμάτο μιζέρια, παράπονο και κλάμα. Νιώθω πως είναι καιρός να πάρω την κατάσταση στα χέρια μου πλέον. Γι' αυτό έχω αποφασίσει να παραιτηθώ, να μείνω ταπί και να ψάξω για μια δουλειά που πραγματικά θα μου προσφέρει κάτι, οχι μόνο σε μένα την ίδια αλλά και στους δικούς μου.

Όσο ιδεαλιστικό και να ακούγεται αύτο θα κάνω. Παιδιά, σκυλιά και γκόμενους δεν έχω. Κανείς δε με κρατάει και άλλωστε μια φορά στη ζωή μου είμαι 22 χρονών, γι αύτο δε θα αρχίσω να παίζω το παιχνίδι απο τώρα.

Και όσο μαλάκας κι αν είναι ο κοντός Αγγλοινδός (the boss) σε μερικές μόνο μέρες θα του πω ένα "'Αιντε και στα τσακίδια" και θα κινήσω για αλλη μία φορά για το άγνωστο! Κι όπου με βγάλει παιδιά! Άλλωστε μη ξεχνάμε...είμαι Ελληνικό Λιοντάρι! :)

Καλογιάννης - Άνοιξε το Παράθυρο

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f10kdcd-Gjg

Garbage

"ΜΗΔΕΝ ΕΣΤΙΝ Ο ΑΝΡΘΩΠΟΣ

ΜΗΔΕΝ Η ΔΥΝΑΜΙΣ ΤΟΥ

ΜΗΔΕΝ Η ΦΑΝΤΑΣΙΑ ΤΟΥ

ΜΗΔΕΝ Η ΥΠΑΡΞΙΣ ΤΟΥ

ΜΗΔΕΝ Ο ΠΛΟΥΤΟΣ

ΔΟΞΑ ΚΑΙ ΙΣΧΥΣ

ΜΗΔΕΝ Η ΩΡΑΙΩΤΗΣ

ΤΑ ΠΑΝΤΑ ΟΝΑΡ ΚΑΙ ΣΚΙΑ

ΤΑ ΠΑΝΤΑ ΜΑΤΑΙΟΤΗΣ"

~ΔΑΥΙΔ~

"Man is Zero
His Strength is Zero
His Imagination is Zero
His Existence is Zero
HIS Wealth is Zero
The Glory and the Power
Beauty is Zero
Everything but a Dream and Shadows
Everything is Vainity!"
~David~

So I was on the bus to work this morning when I passed a garbage truck and I got thinking of the poem above. It
seems weird how garbage and the poem by one of the most remembered emperors of history can be related. But
they can because both show the vanity of human kind. The poem basically talks about all the earthly achievements
of humans and that everything that we do in this life is vain, for our actions will never match the godly ones and that
no matter how many luxuries we have in this life, all is but garbage. Man is vain by birth. From the moment we open
our eyes and we are shown all the 'goodies' of this world we are brought up to whorship and exalt everything material.
Our goodies are our surroundings and we think that the more 'goodies' we possess the more staisfaction we'll feel inside.
But why don't we ever feel it and the minute we buy our £200 shoes or our £500 watch within days we get bored of it
and consider it a garbage? Why do we forget that we spent endless hours at work, at a job we might hate (or not) and
then we go and literlly piss it all away in something that we know its going to quinch that craving we have deep down but
which will not feel the void. And thus ladies and gentleman, and the rest of you lot out there, we become even more
greedy, even more vain. Because we simply cannot be pleased. So, and if indeed what David wrote is true, if all is vain
in our world, in our earthly world, whether you believe in God or a power beyond or not, what is the point of it all?

I was reading a passage from the New Tastament the other night, which I had read a long time ago but had forgotten
about it and my mom reminded me of it; the passage is from a letter from the Corinithians B' and is called 'LOVE'.
The letter speaks of love; not just romantic love, but all kinds of love, love as a whole. It says that love should be
unselfish, should be pious and ready to accept and forgive the other person's wrongs(lover, child, mother, father,
friend, colleague etc). It says that love does not boast and is never envious, and that all that will be left in this world
for the centuries to come are three things; faith, hope and love, and Love is the strongest of them all.

Well I don't know about the rest of you, of what you think of the above passage but when my dad saw my mom
reading this he simply said 'my god you two are such romantics'. Like so many other people who might have read this
poem, I don't think he realized what the extract meant and simply thought that the piece was talking of the romantic love
and nothing beyong. But let's take this in another prespective; what is love? where is love? and why in our times is so
hard to find, to see on the streets, to feel it in our hearts, for our fellow human being. Why do we care more for our Rolex
and our Rolls Royce than we do for our elderly neighbour who is struggling to carry his groceries home? And if all our
achievements are vain, how are we suppose to achieve love, which goes beyond the man-made things of this world? Is it
all just theories and make-believe after all?

We definitely need a Maulder and Scally on this one 'cause it is one of the unsolvable mysterious questions of human
nature? I think that everythig around me is simply garbage, a load of crap; money, lies, aimless conversations,
unpassionate sexual encounters, 'shinny' materials which simply lose their glow after a few hours of their purchase.
Hypocricy, lies, backstabbing, rudeness, power struggle, a vast jungle. Animals are more civilized than we are.
At least they have respect for one another. What we have is greed and madness for the total nothingness!

So I can go on for hours and never reach a conclusion 'cause let's face it; this is a titanic subject. I will simply finish
with a poem by one of my favourite poets hoping that his optimism will preserve the faith, the hope and the love in
me to close my eyes to the blackness of this vain world, and open my heart to the light of another! I hope you will do
the same!

Ένα το Χελιδόνι

Ενα το χελιδόνι κι η άνοιξη ακριβή
για να γυρίσει ο ήλιος θέλει δουλειά πολλή
Θέλει νεκροί χιλιάδες να 'ναι στους τροχούς
Θέλει κι οι ζωντανοί να δίνουν το αίμα τους.

Θε μου Πρωτομάστορα μ' έχτισες μέσα στα βουνά
Θε μου Πρωτομάστορα μ' έκλεισες μες στη θάλασσα!

Πάρθηκεν από μάγους το σώμα του Μαγιού
Το 'χουνε θάψει σ' ένα μνήμα του πέλαγου
σ' ένα βαθύ πηγάδι το 'χουνε κλειστό
μύρισε το σκοτάδι κι όλη η άβυσσος

Θε μου Πρωτομάστορα μέσα στίς πασχαλιές και Συ
Θε μου Πρωτομάστορα μύρισες την Ανάσταση

A Solitary Swallow

Α SOLITARY SWALLOW and a costly spring,
For the sun to turn it takes a job of work,
It takes a thousand dead sweating at the wheels,
It takes the living also giving up their blood.

God my Master Builder, You built me into the mountains,
God my Master Builder, You enclosed me in the sea!

Magicians carried off the body of May,
They buried the body in a tomb of the sea,
They sealed it up in a deep well,
Its scent fills the darkness and all the Abyss.

God my Master Builder, You too among the Easter lilacs,
God my Master Builder, You felt the scent of Resurrection!

I am tired!

The reason being is the fact that I am surrounded by lies, taboos, hypocricy, fear, indiference and materials.
I hate people who praise and whorship money; their god! The god who will buy them into the most hip spots in the town, who will
buy them Gucci bags and Fendi watches, MaXfactor cosmetics and Prada perfumes. Dishonesty and identity cirisis rules here.
Welcome in the land of 'I-don't-have-a-clue-of-who-the-fuck-I-am-and-what-the-fuck-I'm-trying-to-do-with-my-life!". Instead of
doing that boring, and the oh! so mundane thing called, 'sou-searching', most people choose the sweet release of mindless nights out,
filled with booze, unrhythmic dancing and smoking, whilst at the same time trying to 'shack' up with their next 'love' victim.
Well maybe not so much love, as a one-off just because we are bored of explaining ourselves in the morning. "And who said
books and retro music and theatres are fun? My grandfather used to go to the theatre. Instead I'll chose my mindless drinking,
because if I don't drink when I go out with my mates, I am BOUND not to have fun! And I love my twenties, I love my life. Fuck
liver, and the rest of me. Hey! As the song says 'Live and Let Die!' right?" - Wrong! Newsflash people! Life will catch up on
you, and someday you'll wake thinking 'what the fuck was I thinking?', but by then you'll be 43 and alone.

Lies, taboos, love, sex and more lies. Boy meets Girl. Girl falls for Boy. Boy can't be bother to chase after Girl any more.
Girl gets frustrated and tells Boy to go f*** himself, athough what she really means is f*** me. Girl is devastated by Boy's
indifference. Girl and Boy hang out in the same group of friends. Girl is madly in love. Boy is simply passive, although he
secrety has a thing for Girl. Girl starts to psycho-analyze every possible word and gesture of Boy. Boy gets frustrated. Boy
becomes even more apathetic to the whole situtation. Girl and Boy caught up in the 'spider's web'. They lie, pretend, talk but
words hidden underneath the bullshit that their mouths utter. Boy and Girl are basically f***** up! And the question is: (as the
poet also asks) To speak the truth and be done with, or not to speak the truth and continue floating in the same bubble of lies,
and taboos?! Hey! The second option's probably easier. Let's do that! No wonder there's lack of communication in 'our
society'. There's no society because we simply are not following the term. Society comes from socialite which means ' the social'
aka people caring and speaking with one another. We simply have gone beyond the term. We might as well call this a no-speak-
to-anyone-planet! That'd be much more correct.

To the Girl; an advice. Stop freaking psycho-analyzing everything and go out and face the Boy. Tell him to get over himself and
be staight with you; is he interested or not? If the answer is yes, then tell him to f****** take initiative and take you as a man! If
the answer is no, then get over yourself (Girl). If the answer is a 'oh we can try open relationship, cause I don't want to settle just
yet', tell him "to stop being a f****** boy and take a risk. You don't ask for a ring. you ask for him, and if he isn't man enough to
do the same, then p*** off!"
To the Boy: a warning. If you don't get your fat, lazy ass and be a man and chase the Girl, like a proper male, the object of your
'lower-heart's' affection, then you are indeed the most sinfully boring being on this planet, and I truly believe that you'll desrve it
when you become 40 and you're still eating you're mommy's home made chicken pie. Man, was essentially created to 'chase' its
'pray', not to sit and wait for the 'pray' to come to him and say "here I am, please eat me!"

Why all this nonsense of not ever saying what we are really thinking? Of what we really, truly, deeply want to say? Why does
everyone succumb to the social norms? Are you that afraid of getting burned? You'll heal you know. Unless you jump, you
won't fall, and unless you fall you won't learn how it feels, and if you don't feel, you're dead, period! Just say what you want to
say; but a warning also applies here: do not speak aimlessly! It just won't serve! To Boys & Girls: process the words before they
pop outside that heavenly mouth of yours. Count your words wisely and speak your mind with respect. Be harsh, if you must,
but be harsh with elegance and style. That's called etiqette, and it's one of the things which makes us (humans) differ from dogs
and rats! Although, we are heading dangerously towards that direction.

Inspirational Speech (oh god one of those again!):
Why, oh why all this nonsence of being afraid of letting go of our parents wombs? F****** grow up and move out. Leave in
inconvinience and become an adult yourself. 'Cause my darlings, even if you inherit the multi-billion industry from your folks,
you're bound to come up on empty on either your emotions or your profession. Money don't last. But the self does. Plough yourself,your spirit, your heart, your mind and your entity, instead of jwelling your body with eartly treasures (aka cars, bags,
rings, watches, mobiles etc etc) Make money your means in life, and not your reason in life. Don't numb(booze) the pain which
is deep in your guts. It will come back again! I'm telling you, it will. Instead, heal it. Live with it. And make your peace with it. Don't
be afraid of the hard and difficult things in life, but be afraid of the ordinary and the boring things. They are far more
dangerous and fatal. Live for the moment, yes, but live it wisely, and with reason. Push yourself every day a bit more, and you'll
see every day you'll be more proud of yourself. Don't do things to prove yourself to anyone. And don't do things just because the
flow goes with it. Live outside your waters, and you'll see; some day you'll fly! Do things for yourself, and fight only for yourself.
And be fucking proud for it! Becuase lady luck helps the people who dare to fight and risk!

Randoms

How do you feel victim of your own heart and mind?

How do you leave behind all these images that encircled your past?

How do you walk away with the silence burning on your lips?

How do you feel when the wind blows on your ignored face?

Two steps and out of the cage

Close your eyes and burn your thoughts away

Love too closely and fall in the eternal trap

Love with wisdom and clever lock your own parts

Place a key for your own valuables

Put the three-headed dog to guard it day and night

And make it defend it like its jewels

But always learn when you love with that key in your head

Place your heart on the silver pedestal and not the gold

Make bad thoughts into a river of mud and wash the sadness off

Hide the misery with a hard smile and walk away with your two left feet

Blow the candles away and see the rainbows that fall on your feet.

Make love and forget the key

Keep it locked for that rainy day

And mind you pray that all will stay

As the priest told you on your eyes’ first day

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Όπως ήρθα στη ζωή έτσι και θα φύγω

Μόνη τυλιγμένη με πράσινες και κόκκινες κορδέλες μες το χιόνι

Πες μου το πάλι πόσο μ’ αγαπάς

Κι’ ας είναι ψέμα από την καρδιά

Άστο δάκρυ να κάνει βόλτες στο σκοτάδι

Μιας και κόκκινο γέμισε το ποτάμι

Τυλίγομαι στις φλόγες του και πάλι

Μέσα στα κόκκινα νερά του

Μιας και δεν υπάρχει ζεστασιά

Για του ‘δάκρυ’ τη καρδιά

Δε θέλω να σκεφτώ τη νύχτα ετούτη πάλι

Μα πως ν’ αρνηθώ ξανά τι υπάρχει στο σκοτεινιασμένο μου κεφάλι

Πόσο να παλέψω ενάντια στο γαύγισμα σου

Που σα τσακάλι όλο ουρλιάζεις

Τα βράδια στ’ όνειρα μου

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Like that, Like this

Just like that, just like this

My heart trembles on your knees

Eight months and some days

Till eyes of sparkle meet again

I thought I was dead and immune to your foreign call

But just like this, just like that

Everything again turned to cold

This time I will face the dragon alone

And fight his shadows which call

You’re still away but yet you long for that unexisted closeness inside

I thought I could, I thought I had, lost you

But just like that, just like this

Once more I’m on my knees

I have passed you and found myself through your ashes

But you’re resurrecting in me slowly

Just like sin into an unwanted pious cell

Leave! Leave, I say

Be gone, hard feeling and leave me behind

Take off thy mask and expose their grief

Your villainy and lechery,

Be gone from this tranquillity,

This peace that surrounds me

Be gone and look back no more

Just like this, just like that

Unveil your hideousness

And prove me right once more

Help me escape this dance you’ve put me in

And make me sit silent and immobile

I loved your past, so long ago

I fear to meet your present, now here I go

And long to taste your future, alone

Agonizing, this wait it is

Agonizing and painful to discover thee, again

But just like that, just like this

I’ll arm myself and defeat the feeling

That brings my bosom down and makes me still

For truly now, there’s you without me

As it always was and is

Just like that, just like this!

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So here we meet again,

In a room full of glitter and glamour

The smiles shone away in the midst

And everyone was filled with gaiety and fervour

I didn’t tremble on my knees

As I’d expected such a deed

But yet I hoped for one single moment still

To see your truth in front of me

You’re still in possession of a lustrous sin

And I could not be jealous nor sad

But all I wished for your was a happy heart

(One moment full of anxt and passion

Filled with edge and reluctance)

Words filled with nonsense but something underneath

And now I left you to your needs

The wants rarely come in this life

To me it was denied to wish after them

The forbidden and the sin within

I only approached it once, in those dreams

Which always reflect thy “feels”!

Δε θα σε σκεφτώ άλλο πια

Έχω αρχίσει να μαζεύω τα γυαλιά

Από τη θρυμματισμένη μου καρδιά

Golden Globes Awards - Daily Mail Review by Jan Moir

OH, DO PUT A GONG IN IT!

It used to be called doing a Gwynnie but now, after those Golden Globes waterworks it’ll be a Winslet. JAN MOIR wishes they’d all dry up…

As a sobbing Kate Winslet dissolved into a puddle of damp fervour at the Golden Globes on Sunday night, she fired the starting pistol for the lunch of 2009 film awards season. ‘I want to thank my beautiful agents!’ she howled, and for once she wasn’t talking about her own breasts.

Already you knew this was going to be a speech to treasure and a night to remember. And as the red carpet clogs up with celebrities who have been on nothing but he Master Cleanse and paprika water diet for months, viewers must prepare for the usual emotional journey down the watery flume of fame.

Get your umbrellas unfurled, for there come the annual geyser, of gush as the big stars of stage, screen and television prepare to make acceptance speeches hosed down in treacle and self-congratulation.

We know the script. We have been here before. Whether it is the Guild Awards, Critics Awards, the Globes, the Baftas or the Oscars, the winning stars all profess themselves to be humbled. They will be so very happy. They will be beyond grateful as they thank the producer, the make-up girls, the costume guy, the Academy, Mickey Mouse, Grandpa Smurf and Uncle Cobbleigh and all for their incredible support.

They will talk about how hard they have had to fight, although they never mention any specific battles. Fight what? Or who? And where? It has been a mystery to me.

They will always claim to be totally speechless- but unfortunately that is a bigger lie than Mickey Rourke’s new face.

And, finally, they will take every frayed opportunity to remind you of their struggle and the rags to riches to clichés story of their lives. ‘I’m just a girl from a trailer par who dare to have a dream,’ said Hilary Swank when she won an Oscar in 2005.

One year later, on the same stage, Reese Witherspoon worked herself into a mom and pop lather. ‘It didn’t matter if I was making my bed or making a movie. They never hesitated to say how proud they were of me, and that is so important to a child,’ she burbled.

Oh Reese, I’m sobbing already. And it’s not just because of your vast collection of Anya Hindmarch handbags and your adorably pointy chin.

Tell me this. If all our major film stars are supposed to be so good at acting, why do they overact so much when they win one of these awards? At the Golden Globes, the drool spouted by double winner Winslet was a textbook example of old school Hollywood gush and gabble. Ouch, Kate, that was really painful to watch- even if it all started out so well.

When her names was read out loud for her first award as Best Supporting Actress for The Reader, Winslet raised a fist to her forehead. Interesting. This was the kind of gesture normally used by mothers when they realised they’ve left the baby by the check-out in Sainsbury’s.

Kate had to be helped onstage by a bouncer where, in traditional style, she paid tribute to just about everyone. She then got all blubbery over her children.

‘Thank you for coming on this adventure with Mummy,’ she sobbed in an epic hammy and cheese moment- although the mites could hardly have had a say in the matter, could they?

With her second award- as Best Actress in Revolutionary Road- was announced, things got even more out of control. This time, Winslet has to be helped onstage by two men; her legs had turned to jelly and her feet scraped along the ground as if she had just been dragged senseless from the maw of a hurricane.

‘I love you. I am so sorry,’ she began, in a promising unhinged way. She sounded like she may have inhaled some helium in the interval. Excellent.

Then, in a delicious gaffe, she somehow managed to forget Angelina Jolie’s name. Jolie, who looks like a malevolent alien at the best of time, almost pulsed with displeasure. Have you ever seen a hissing mambo dressed in silver Versace? Well, darlings, now you have.

In some respects, Kate Winslet’s effusive gratitude is understandable. The Reading-born actress has been nominated for major awards on many occasions, but never won a single rosette. Until Sunday night, she was Hollywood’s very own Waity Katie; the blushing bridesmaid who never got the gongs.

However, with two Golden Globes now in the bag, her inner diva has been unleashed on the unsuspecting world. Kate’s screaming genie is out of her lamp. Forever.

‘My gosh! I can’t believe this role came my way and feel into my hands like this,’ she howled in her final acceptance speech. Kate, let me give you a clue: your husband, Sam Mendes, was the director.

What is it with actors and actresses? The way most of them carry on, you would think they had rescue a score of children from a burning orphanage instead of being biddable, presentable and able to do what their directors tell them without making a fuss.

Somehow, they turn the ability to recite their lines without bumping into the furniture into an activity of monumental consequence to the universe. Is there no end to their clueless and self-centred behaviour?

Look. There are people in the real world who really are deserving of public recognition. For some unfortunates, it takes an enormous courage just to get out of bed every day.

There are people who manage to stay cheerful under the most distressing of circumstances. There are those who fear of their lives in the midst of global conflicts, and many who don’t know where their next glass of fresh water is coming from.

And then there are actors, who seem to turn into sobbing misfits in sequins at the first glimpse of a gold statuette. Last year, the French actress Marion Cotillard gave a kidney-puckering performance when she won the Best Actress Oscar for her role as Edith Piaf in La Vie En Rose. ‘Gulp. Gosh. You have truly rocked my life. Thank you so mush,’ she began.

‘Thank you life, thank you love. It is true that there are some angels in this city!!!’

Hale Berry gave an even greater masterclass in over-thetop acceptance speechless when she won for Monster’s Ball in 2002; the fact that the hand of history was on her shoulders seemed to derange her, just like it did with Tony Blair.

Berry was the ‘first woman of colour’ to win an Oscar and clearly saw herself as the Rosa Parks of the sequin circuit. By winning, she believed that the ‘door tonight has been opened’ and that she had been chosen to ‘be the vessel’ for all the racial harmony that was to come.Yes, point taken Halle; now get off the stage.

In 2001, when she won her first Oscar, Julia Roberts said that she was ‘feeling the sisterhood’ and thanked ‘everyone I have ever met in my life’. To director Steven Soderbergh, she gushed that ‘he made me want to be the best actor that I suppose I never knew I could be or aspire to’. Which just proves how useless actors are without scripts.

In fairness, sometimes the men are just as bad. When Daniel Day-Lewis won an Oscar last year for There Will Be Blood, he gushed that the idea for the film sprung ‘like a golden sapling out of the mad, beautiful head’ of the director.But, ladies and gentleman, the benchmark for Oscar inanity still goes to Gwyneth Paltrow.

In 1999, when she won for Shakespeare In Love, Gwynnie was sobbing before she was even out of her seat. She thank everyone, including boyfriend Ben Affleck (who subsequently left her for another woman) and even her ‘Grandpa Buster’ who had, apparently, ‘created a beautiful family’.

Dear God. The film awards ceremonies are the biggest monster’s ball of all time. And gulp, the season has only just begun. Hankies at the ready. Or should that be sick-bags?

~Jan Moir~

Τα παιδιά μας

Όμορφα, κομψά και ψυχολογικά βιασμένα
Εύθραυστα, ευαίσθητα και όλο θυμωμένα
Ταλαιπωρημένα, πεινασμένα κι’ αισιόδοξα
Μετρούν τις δεκάρες σαν καινούργια Χριστιανόπουλα

Η Δύση κι’ Ανατολή τα χωρίζουν
Τα μεν πεινούν για ύλη τα δε για πνεύμα γαυγίζουν
Κι’ όλο στο πεζοδρόμιο η ύλη κι’ η ψυχή τραυλίζουν
Βρισιές ακαταμάχητες και μόνα στο τέλος βαδίζουν

Τι να σου κάνει κι’ αυτό το πλάσμα που’ ναι όλο μονάχο
Που όλο παλεύει για δόξα κι’ όλοι το πετάνε σα σκουπίδι στο βράχο
Πότε επιτέλους θα έρθουν τα Πάνω Κάτω
Και τα Κάτω Πάνω;
Για να πάψουν να κλαίνε αυτά τα παιδιά στους δρόμους των Άλλων;

The girl in the Corner

Woman in darkness staring away
Trying to find the strength to stay
Playing again with herself odd novelty games
Always stumbling on the same stupid lane

Captures the magic which blows away
Feeling the sadness of forcing pay
Letting her dreams fade to shades
And holding again a cross for a friend

Agonized and lonely she prepares
Facing now all the monsters and fears
Marching to the unknown dark pitch
But her pale lips can mutter no speech

Yet!, She wills herself to try the new
She grows obsessed but with faith too,
Battles away her old desires and fears new
But always recalls what she came here for; to find the truth!

Λύκοι και Πρόβατα

Οι εγωιστές και οι ρυθμιστές παλεύουν το ανθρώπινο μέλλον με βία
Όλο ύλη και ισοτιμία λαχταρά το θνητό τους σώμα
Μα όλα σε μια ατέλειωτη ευθεία ξεδιπλώνονται σα να ναι ποτάμι από αίμα
Και να χουν ξεμείνει έξω από την εκκλησιά μόνο κορμιά πεινασμένα

Τι χάθηκε στο παρελθόν δεν είναι πλέον εδώ
Μόνο η δίψα για πρόοδο και ύλη
Τι να σου κάνει η παρακμασμένη σου καρδία όμως
Πώς να πλησιάσεις την νιρβάνα της ψυχής αφού σε μεγάλωσε η πλαστική ύλη

Τα σκυλιά του δρόμου γαυγίζουν στην δύση της Ανατολής
Τα γατιά της Δύσης αναπαύονται καθώς παραπονιούνται για περισσότερη άνεση
Και οι δυο καταδικασμένοι σε χρωματιστά κελιά
Οι μεν μένουν σε χρυσά κελιά με αλυσίδες σα χρώμα πίσσα
Οι δε πιεσμένοι σε γαλάζια κελιά δεμένοι με άσπρα σχοινιά προορισμένα για την αγχόνη

Ποιανού τα δάκρυα και τα παρακάλια να πιστέψεις
Αφού κι οι δυο μολύνθηκαν από της ύλης τ’ αγαθά
Απαίτηση και κατανάλωση υπάρχει κατά νου
Μα όλα θα θρυμματιστούν στης Ανεξαρτησίας τα πέτρινα πόδια

Δώρα να λάμπουν κάτω από χρωματιστές μπάλες στη γκρίζα Δύση
Καθώς πέτρες ξεχύνονται στα χαντάκια και τα κεφάλια της γαλάζιας Ανατολής
Κάποτε η χώρα ήταν μια πλημμύρα από ηρωισμό κι αγώνα απαράμιλλο
Τώρα έχει γίνει πλέον μια νωθρή και παθητική συνήθεια

Μα δεν αργεί να εκραγεί η οργή της Ανατολής
Και καθώς τα γαλάζια νερά θα πετρώσουν με το αίμα των αθώων
Η Δύση θα μείνει άπρακτη και ναρκωμένη
Γεμάτη με ψεύτικα χρώματα και με μη εμπνευσμένες συνήθειες

Το παιδί έχει τώρα ξεψυχήσει περιτριγυρισμένο από παπαρούνες
Και το γαύγισμα ηχεί στους δρόμους της καταπίεσης και της ανισοτιμίας
Άλλοι αλληλοεπαινούνται με υποκρισία και ασυδοσία ψεύτικής τιμής
Και άλλοι ξεσκίζουν τις σάρκες τους για την «Νέα Γη».

David Cook - Billie (Billy) Jean

the rock version...

Fiction and Reality

So here's the thing; as I was walking today home from the doctor's office I realized one thing; the reason I like to write and create characters and think about fantastic stories and watch fictional tales and all that has led me to come to realize that my single insignificant life is most of the times so grey that I like to fill it up with colours, laughter and passion. Full of exciting and interesting moments that don't usually occur in real life. I'm not suggesting that they don't happen ever but they usually don't happen every day. Maybe that's why they are so precious and so rare. But the thing is that; is it so bad to live through my fictional characters? To live what they live, to experience what they experience, to fall in love whenever they do, to get their hearts broken all the time, to get excited or cry whenever they do?! Is it really so bad to live a part of your life through fantasy, through stories and through characters which exist inside you and not around you?

I may be called a dreamer or someone who lives life full of illusions instead of a realist, but deep down I believe that reality and fantasy are interrelated somehow. You create the world you want to live in. And even if that world does not come true in your reality that doesn't mean it cannot come true thru either the written world or thru the visual world. Everyone loves to hear someone else's story and every one carries their own baggage, their own unique tale to tell. Everyone has a fantastical world they like to escape to, and this is mine.

I love creating characters. I love to listen to them talk, cry, laugh, kiss, make love, eat, dance, yell, be angry, hate, smash things, being bad or being naughty/bad. I like the fact that they live in me, therefore they hold a part of me; they are me. I like the fact that I can make them say whatever they want to say without any taboos or any censorship involved. But most of all I like the fact that thru them I get to enjoy my day. I get to laugh, cry, laugh, fall in love etc etc. I like the way they make me feel inside even if they are not real to the outside world. Because for me they are very much alive; flesh and bones, heart and mind. Full of life and soul, just like me. Only difference is I am the only one who can understand them totally and completely because to me are like my children, my own flesh and blood, my unique alter ego.

So is living thru someone else's life (fictional or not) so bad?....

I think not....

What do you think?
.......

First Rain

First Rain

Skies shadowed in grey strips of clouds

Moaning echoes from the west

As birds stride away in a melancholic march

Nature decides to strike in the cloudless land

And will its power with mighty and grandeur

Fly! Fly away little sun with your burning suit of arms

Let earth speak its cause and may be filled with its proper wetness

Let the race of man be soaked again

And flee this scorching fate which you have bestowed

Let those tiny vaporised drops flow and dance among the men

Let them feast upon their waterless bodies

And taste the atmosphere’s moisty gift

Breathe the delightful oxygen which springs from the humid earth

So will the heart of men will be reborn through their wetness

They shall be purified and absolved of any sins

Their burdens will scatter among the shadows

And time will come when man will rise again

Reborn through the dark clouds and raise stature

To all the blackness and the obscurity of the sun

And through the power of rain he will overcome the shadows

Sun will no longer blind man in its crossing

But it will subject to his will

As man will bow as well to the wet call of Nature

And all that was bound into darkness will fall to its doom

And guilt and fear will no longer shadow the skies of man

But instead Nature will gift Man with courage and mighty

To rule again the wet lands of the earth

And the sweet odour of rain will overflow in Man’s heart

Feelings of a blue renaissance will arise

And those grey drops that march their way to earth from Heaven’s doors

Will settle on this wondrous land of Man

And overwhelm his soul with a flood of feelings

Resurrecting the Race from the shadows of the Past

Into the Dawn of the First Rain of Man

Language in this day age

Exhilaration and passion is what drives every human on this planet. Why do we love? Why do we hate? Why do we feel pain or why is it that we feel happiness with such an overwhelming sense that we forget about the misery and the awfulness of this world.

Many think that words are fake, a mere illusion. Words can be considered the opposite of action. Many say the words without see them through, and that is what makes words in 21^st c so insignificant, so meaningless. People treat them as something so common. They do not realise that what distinguishes man from animal is letters, words.

Language is powerful. Yet we live in a visual era, where words are often underestimated and mistreated. Language suffers in our society today and what do we do to keep language alive? We give in to the spectacle more than we do in language.

The world without me

Am I really here?
Am I really worth to be?
Am I merely to pass by and drown in the inhumanity of nothingness of fortune?
Is it worth being?
Why no one speaks to this?
And everything petrifies in the question in be!
Words, words, mere words are written down daily
The reason?
No one speaks again.
Silence fills the surface of humans.
Silence is their only gold.
The rest is filled with their vanity.
People and me;
Two different kinds of existence
Cannot co-operate with this nature
This one which they have me trapped in.
I prefer to see me rotten and chopped in cubes
Rather than be like a zombie among them.
Living like dead is not fulfilling as they promised.
It eats you away day by day.
Melts your skin and poisons your heart.
Makes your mind powerful and wont
And feeds on your self-destruction.
So to grow away is not an easy task
But one must try
Or else let others perish upon its body
All it takes is will and courage
But only with fear they can be achieved
And through it, prevail among the shadows
Through the Scylla and the Charybdis
Pass and fight your way through their claws
And let your heart lead your mind
Not your mind reign your heart!
Fight and you shall not lose,
Even if your battle is won upon
You will not have failed!
You will have learned
What other considered unthinkable;
Courage and faith helps
The people who dare to prevail through the light!

The wish

I wish I knew your name. I wish I knew if you’re happy or sad. If you have love or hollowness inside of you. I wish I knew what makes you mad and what drives you wild. I wish I could be there when you smile in the morning. I wish I could see your eyes in the sunlight without fear or shame. I wish I could know what makes you cry and what song makes your heart melt. I wish I knew the girl who makes you not sleep at night.
And the one who makes you not want to leave your bed in the morning. I wish I could be the one who you would say the last of word of your day and the one to wipe your tiredness with one syllable or a smile. I wish we had met another time, in another place, in another universe; where I wouldn’t be your stranger and your funder but your eerie angel of heart. I wish I knew what makes you live and what has brought you here. I wish your eyes could see mine and know that this is it. I wish I had you for a day…I wish you had me too. I wish this was not our world. I wish you were not in it without me. I wish I knew why your voice never flints and your face is always so austere. I wish it wasn’t so. I wish I could touch you…I wish you would let me touch you…I wish society was not against my wishes…but most of all I wish I did not live in such an imperfect society where to you I am not a wish but just a mere passer-by. Pity that! Oh how I wish you could bessame and ambrace me like the Spaniards do in passion. I wish I had never laid my dull eyes on you, for now I cannot look away and I am force in sadness to do so! I wish I was in you and you in me…but that will never be…for apart we shall always be!

*For the red-vested waiter,
Who I never got to know…*

The red-vested-waiter

Bare standing in your flinty presence
With your cold brown sparkling eyes
Behold me as a mere another one
My voice dares not exclaim my admiration
Yet it petrifies upon your northern grace
Your austere face gives such pleasantness
For my dull eyes’ spectacles.
Desire fills my hollow heart,
Which longs to feel your silky lips upon my own
And I fall in the trap of your velvety dour sounds
Mine eyes catch thy self in moments of unimportance
Yet there is so much life in there for one to see
I cannot help but notice…
Why little man you stay away?
Come closer one minute and cuddle thy stranger,
This stranger who worships you in silence.
Refuse the norms and give in to the unknowness of passion
Fall hard but fall with your heart
Like I have the moment my eyes first encountered yours.
Unknown visitor whom I shall not behold upon thee no more
Promise to eternalise your youth to my self
For you are always…always going to be fresh to me
Always young and unexplored
Always fiery and mysterious
And always not mine own!

Count the minutes of our first encounter
Count the minutes of my departure
Close thy eyes and look away
Look to your own…
…and forget I once existed!

Coop

Like lambs in slaughterhouse thy eyes glitter
My bitter grin looks on thee satisfied
Once I was tempted of becoming one myself
But resistance fell hard on me
Yet I prevailed till this minute
The system did not pull me to its greyscale nest
I will it and I pull through it
Thou wilt not put your rotten claws on my fresh alabaster skin
My will shall not yield to your decaying commands
May the stronger prevail
May the rotten pioneers die of their own suffocation
And may the sun burn the earth’s vain humanity
I am fed from the forbidden fruit
My sin is young and vast and my will lives for today
I look not to my back past
But to the horizons beyond of power
Rotten rascals! Thy weakness will be your end
Thy forgery selves will be exposed under the sun’s undying eye
And thy rusty smell will burn in the eternal firmament
Hate has obliterated you all
Darkness reigns your petty souls
And thy pitiful lives are led by chaos and insipidity
Inglorious bastards! Thy time shall come
And the light shall rule your disintegrated selves
Unison of youth shall prevail and light will resolve your dark purpose
No more atonement shall be accepted
For all the obscurity you spread today
Shall be repaid in the double in the tomorrow
Your dawn approaches and no more sins can cure the errors of today
Light will scatter and dazzle your darkness
No more chaos, but serenity!
Oppression!, your time is up…
Free will…this is your time to stand up!

A True Friend

A true friend is the one that wil make u laugh even when u r stuck in an unpleasant situation
A true friend is the one who isnt afraid of telling you the truth no matter how bad it might hurt you
A true friend is the one who will guide you and support you with every means possible when you're in an hour of need or anxiety
A true friend is the one who no matter how bad you might screw things up will understand you and still forgive you
A true friend is the one who loves you unconditionally, and even if your flaws list is bigger than the Sping Top Shop Catalogue
A true friend is the one who will ditch everything and everyone for you when you need them the most
A true friend is the one who will not laugh or mock at your loses or take any pleasure in seeing you failling
A true friend is the one who will offer you their company when you need a shoulder to cry on
A true friend is the one who at the end of the day no matter how bad things might be they will tell you that everything's gonna be alright and that you'll get through the rough times together
A true friend is the one who will do the first step for making up after a huge row youu had the previous day
A true friend is the one that acknowledges the fact that indeed your friendship is MORE important than their latest relationship
A true friend is the one who will come in the middle of the night to comfort you after a heartbreak you've just experienced
A true friend is the one who will think of you first above anything else and who will try their best not to disappoint you
A true friend is the one who will show you their love through the small and ordinary things everyday
A true friend is the one who will tell you that they are there for you in case you need them
A true friend is the one who will give you an affirmation of your friendship without you asking for it
If you think that all the above statements are aplicable to your friendships then yes YOU ARE A TRUE FRIEND!

Relationships come and go but friendships...they tend to come once every decade maybe longer...but if you lose them...
then the damage might cost youu a lifetime to repair what you might have broken...Do not let your friends drift apart or try NOT to hurt them so much that the
damage might be irrepairable...Learn to love and appreciate your friends...becasue without them...YOUR life will be fragmented by millions of dazed episodes
that youu won't be able to fit into...Learn to love your friends!!!

Friendship is trully the salt and pepper of life!

"Friendship isn't how you forget, but how you forgive.
Not how you listen, but how you understand.
Not how you see, but how you feel.
No how you let go but how you hold on."

Forbidden Fruit of My Soul

I’ve stopped loving you yesterday
The day that the sun grew tall
And told me to move on
Because your love shall kill me one day

I forgot how to write down your name
I only remember your blood in me
Your pulsing veins running against my skin
Your smell haunting my every breath

I left you behind
Because I had no right to take you with me
Only your printed image in my mind stays
And comes every dawn to bewitch me to your abyss

Dark and obscure you tried not to be
But you’re so much more than what you seem
Like Creon you’ll haunt your Antigone
And bury my lifeless body in your desert

You showed signs of caring once
Perhaps my mistaken heart was too eager to love
Too ready to expose this insanity of passion
And it remained silent in the rain when you stayed behind

Unable to let myself love your self
Unable to let the goodness run through my life
Unable to speak any words of love to you
Unable to ever be with you

Damien Rice - Accidental Babies

Boldness of a bare soul...

These black waters are overflowing out of me
They cover the distance of the you and me.
A bitter happiness has circled me that day
When I stood like a sun before your earth
And flooded you with bashful words
I kept away for eternities
Scorching in my blood
Staring at your blue rocks
Wishing for you to look upon my star
Engaging in small talk to avoid
The bloodshed of my heart, I tried…
Impossible it was for the sun perchance
Emptied I was after the fatal day
Which I tried to lure you in with words
Wicked soul of mine…
You tried words in this modern abyss
So hopeless am I, without my soul…

Lovers without a face...

Δίπλα μου σα κεραυνός
Σταλμένος από το Πατέρα,
Μα σε’ μένα ούτε αδελφική σημασία δε δίνεις.
Η καρδιά μου νεκρική στα μάτια σου,
Κι’ ένα μαύρο πέλαγο ξεφουσκώνει
Απ’ τα σωθικά μου και γεμίζει
Την απόσταση του εσύ και εγώ μας.
Στο είπα ένα βαθύ κίτρινο πρωινό.
Απλά με μειδίαμα μ’ αντιμετώπισες
Κι’ άπειρη ψυχραιμία.
Η τρεμάμενη φωνή στο λαρύγγι μου
Αναπήδησε στο φυλάρισμα
Του γαλάζιου βλέμματος σου.
Η ανακούφιση ήρθε μετά…
Η αγάπη έμεινα μακριά…
Έπαψα να κλαίω με λυγμούς
Και τώρα πλέον παλεύω με νύχια
Μαύρα και με άστατο μυαλό.
Δε μπορώ να σε ποτίσω άλλα παραμύθια
Δεν μου έχει μείνει ψυχή να σε κλείσω μέσα
Στην κόλαση σκέφτηκα να πάω
Να σε βρω μαζί με τον Οδυσσέα
Μα με στρέψαν οι σκέψεις μου πίσω
Είπα θα χαθώ μόνο αν χαθείς και’ συ μαζί
Δε τόλμησες βήμα να κάνεις
Κοντοστάθηκες τρομαγμένος στο γιαλό
Έχυσες το τελευταίο δάκρυ των μπλε σου των ματιών
Κουτσούφλησες και έπεσες στον Μαύρο Ωκεανό.
Μα σε φροντίζουν πάντα οι Ωκεανίδες
Με τα όμορφα λαμπερά μαλλιά τους
Κλαίνε για’ σένα καθημερινά
Όπως ποτέ δεν έκλαψα εγώ.
Σαγηνεύτηκες σαν άστατος ιππότης μπροστά τους
Και ξέχασες τις αληθινές δροσοσταλίδες της γης
Πειραματίστηκες σε μια γη χαμένη
Μέτρησες τις ουλές σου μια μια
Και αρνήθηκες να δώσεις ξανά τη καρδιά σου
Σε μια καινούργια, ακαλλιέργητη γη.
Πίστεψα σε’ σένα και στα πληγωμένα μάτια σου
Αλλά σου γύρισα ευχάριστα τη πλάτη
Με όλο μου το πάθος να πέφτει γύρω μου
Να γίνεται θρύψαλα μπροστά σου
Και να μην ανοίγει η γη μπροστά μου στα δυό
Για να πνιγώ μέσα στα σπλάχνα της.
Δε σε έσκαψα ποτέ…αν και ήσουν ότι είχα φανταστεί
Μέχρι την τώρα την ανούσια ζωή μου
Μα η βάρβαρη μορφή σου
Χάθηκε μια μικρή ημέρα του Αυγούστου…

Dream of a black butterfly...

Σε ερωτεύομαι δειλά, σιωπηλά και με πάθος
Το ανήσυχο σου το κορμί αγγίζει με σταθερό ρυθμό τα γυναικεία μου ένστικτα
Τι λόγο να σου πω που όλα δεν έχουν νόημα πλέον
Μ’ έχεις ξελογιάσει με το κοφτερό σου δόρυ
Σαν παιδούλα που κυνηγάει μια παράξενη πεταλούδα
Μα όλο πετάς μακριά μου και δε μ’ αφήνεις να σε πλησιάσω
Λες πως οι κόσμοι μας είναι διαφορετικοί
Μα όλοι πλάσματα από την ίδια μήτρα είμαστε
Και θέλω μόνο να μ’ ανακαλύψεις σαν να ήμουν άγνωστη χώρα για σένα
Δε μπορώ να σε πω αγάπη ακόμα μα σε λέω έκσταση και πάθος.
Παλεύω αγάπη μου….ακόμα….
Είσαι το ανίκητο μου βουνό που μοχθώ για να σε φτάσω
Σκόρπια λόγια εδώ και εκεί
Απορροφούν την παθιασμένη μου αίσθηση
Κρυφέ μου εραστή σε θέλω σαν να είσαι η αμαρτία η πιο γλυκιά
Να μ’ αγγίζεις, να με φιλήσεις, να μου πάρεις τη ζωή με όλο σου το πάθος
Δε μπορώ να ξεστομίσω ακόμα τις δυο αυτές λέξεις
Μα τις νιώθω τόσο δυνατά, τόσο έντονα και ερωτικά
Τίποτα δε σημαίνουν τα λόγια πλέον
Κι’ ούτε και λύτρωση ή παρηγοριά μου φέρνουν
Παρά μόνο γλυκιές φαντασιώσεις και μεθυσμένους πειρασμούς.
Ορφέα μου όμορφε! Τράνταξε το γλυκό μου το κορμί
Κι’ άφησε με να χωθώ σαν σιωπή στα στήθια σου
Σαν μαραμένο λουλούδι….και μαζί μες την χαρά…
Μαζί θα αναγεννηθούμε μέσα από τη φωτιά.
Και να γίνουμε αστέρια με παθιασμένη καρδιά!

The world, the trap and the gift

Θέλω να δω τ' αστέρια μες το φως
Και τον ήλιο στο σκοτάδι
Θέλω να πετάξω απ' τον γκρεμό
Και να πιαστώ απ' το κλωνάρι
Βάναυσα αστεία κρυφές φαντασιώσεις
Και που περίμενα το μυαλό μου να μειώσει
Μα η ευχαρίστηση της πλατωνικής κενότητας σου
Λυγίζει τη καρδιά μου μέχρι να ενδώσει
Δε πιστεύω πλέον σε πρίγκιπες και όμορφα παλάτια
Μα πιστεύω σε δράκοντες και σκοτεινά μονοπάτια
Οι πληγές είναι ακόμα ανοιχτές
Μα δε παλεύονται με την υλιστική ομορφιά
Με απομακρύνουν από κάθε τι όμορφο και απλό
Και γίνομαι ολοένα και πιο κυνική και ανήθικη
Σαν αράχνη παλεύω να ξεφύγω, να βρω το δρόμο προς τον ιστό μου
Μα το γυάλινο τείχος μ’ έχει εγκλωβίσει
Σ’ ένα ματαιόδοξο αδιέξοδο
Πολέμησα τους λύκους και τις ύαινες
Αλλά το πρόσωπο του προβάτου γδάρθηκε άσχημα
Και με ματωμένη τη σάρκα σέρνεται
Να βρει το δικό του κομμάτι γαλήνιας γης
Όσο κι’ αν ψάχνει κανείς, τόσο δε βρίσκει
Όσο πράττει για υλισμό αντί για πνεύμα τόσο πιο πολύ ξεθωριάζει
Η απώλεια μνήμης…το πιο αδαής δώρο δε δίνεται
Κι’ αντί γι’ αυτό όλο με αισχρότητες γεμίζει ο νους
Αποβλακώνεται και ουρλιάζει
Μα μες την καταιγίδα κανείς δε κοιτάζει πίσω
Μόνο τα βήματα που έπονται για να ευημερήσεις
Στου Διαβόλου το «δώρο»
Και μ’ ανοιχτή καρδιά
Πάντα θα σε καρφώνει ο πόνος

Σκληρός Έρως Επόνεσε

Όλο κυνηγάω το φάντασμα σου
Γύρω γύρω ξενυχτάω στη σιωπή μου
Έχω εγκλωβιστεί σε δυο μονάχα λέξεις
Που όλο και καρφώνονται σαν κόκαλα στο λαιμό μου
Αν αυτό που νιώθω για σένα το λένε κόλαση
Τότε πότε δε θα μπορέσω να αισθανθώ τον παράδεισο σου
Ήρθες κι’ έμεινες μέσα στη ψυχή μου
Σαν ακάλεστος επισκέπτης που ρίζωσες στη ανούσια ζωή μου
Αντιμετώπισα όλες τις Σκύλες και τι Χάρυβδες
Και ποτέ μου δε φοβήθηκα να παλέψω για το χαμόγελο σου
Κι όταν άνοιξαν τα ασκιά του Αιόλου
Σκορπίστηκε στους χίλιους άνεμους η θρυμματισμένη μου καρδιά
Πώς να στο πω, να το φωνάξω και να το ουρλιάξω
Μέσα από τα ματωμένα μου λαρύγγια να πετάξουν αυτές οι δυο μονάχα λέξεις
Δεν έχω άλλη δύναμη κι’ αντοχή για να στέκομαι σαν θέσπης μπροστά σου
Δεν είναι για μένα το σανίδι της καρδίας
Πολύ με έχει πονέσει τόσα χρόνια στη μοναξιά
Ζεστή είναι η δική μου μοναξιά
Και να την εγκλωβίσεις εσύ μ’ ένα αθώο χαμόγελο και δυο λαμπερά γαλάζια μάτια αυτό θα ήταν σκέτη κόλαση στη μικρή μου τη καρδιά
Δε θα μπορέσω ποτέ να σε σπάσω από μέσα
Γιατί απλά στη ζωή σου είμαι μια περαστική νεφέλη
Άπιαστη, παθιασμένη και μόνη
Αθεράπευτα λογική στέκομαι μπροστά στη καρδία σου
Και εξιστορώ θριάμβους αγάπης
Της πρώτης του τεχνολογικού αιώνα
Μα και της τελευταίας της Αναγέννησης
Δε θα ορκιστώ αιώνια πίστη και προσμονή στα επιπόλαια μάτια σου
Μα θα τα κοιτάξω μέχρι το βάθος τους σα τη απέραντη γαλάζια θάλασσα
Και τα κοράλλια της καρδίας μου θα παρέρχονται στα κύματα της δικιάς σου
Αλλά σύντομα θα κινήσουν για άλλους ωκεανούς
Πελώριους και με ανοιχτούς κόλπους
Θα μου δώσουνε αγάπη ζωντανή
Χωρίς πόνο ή λύτρωση
Πρόσχαρη και όχι κολασμένη
Το δάκρυ θα έχει διαγραφεί από τη λίθο μου
Και στη θέση του θα είναι μόνο η απόλαυση και το αισιόδοξο μέλλον
Γι αυτό αφήνω το κομμάτι του είναι μου που ξεσκίστηκε από πόνο
Στο δίνω και φεύγω για ένα καλύτερο φάρο
Που το φως του θα με οδηγεί μπροστά
Και όχι για να χαθώ στα σκοτεινά μονοπάτια της μαύρης αβύσσου σου…
Αντίο…..χαμένη ελπίδα…..
Αντίο…..λυπημένη καρδία……
Αντίο…..μικρέ μου εραστή……

Unrequitted Love

My boredom sits me down
And mine eyes cannot depart from yours,
And a wicked feeling is bringing my bossom to a shut down
But alas it cannot be helped unless mine lips are in unison with yours
I hate thee, for I cannot extract your spirit from mine
But thy heart belongs to a different womanhood, who nartures your sweet self.
I cannot lie that I desire what wounds me the most
But I shall remain on the side
For thy happiness for me is above all
Bloody!,Bloody day you pranced through my life,
Thy golden hair and your blue devil's eyes,
Have captured mine heart in a crystal glass,
Suffocating me by each passing minute
Squeezing the life out of me
Holding my half heart in your giant's hands
Unbelievable Belzebub!, you have charmed me into your inferno
Holding mine spirit into sweet slavery
Making it impossible to release myself from this glorious sinful hell which I was lured in
Exterior you hate me,
But in your dark pit of a heart you desire for what I provide
I don't have the charming weapons to lure you into my sin
But with half a heart
I can shake thy universe
My loins growl for your sinful phyicality
And my spirit is departing slowly,
Unable to try your taste on my lustful lips.
You're guarded by another hyena
Which my subtle self cannot exterminate
Tarry I here, for my sweet release by a shaky confession
Grudging you, won't aid mine heart overcoming you
Enticing you, won't do neither with my feeble appearance.
To thine eyes' , tiny pebble am I
Indifferent I may seem
But full of desire I'm in.
Love thee I cannot yet admit
Yearn for thee it is achieved
How to discard the sensations building within my bossom
Hurt thee I yet cannot
Feel thee I shall not.

Lustful words

Powerless before this hollow man
Gazing down on me with those devilish eyes
Succumbing to this inwardly wicked feeling that he has awaken
Penatrating my every thought with his smile
Not letting me escape
This luscious bearded man shall drag me down
And like a Dr. Faustus I shall give in to temptation
My lust will build up fires
My heart will battle every overwhelming war
And my sinful body will makeearthly sounds shake
Two bodies spitting fires
Two bodies lustful growing into sin
Two bodies making the beast with two backs
The luscious Moor inside of me, desires your innocent death
But my alabaster heart yearns for your military hunger.