Παρασκευή, 13 Αυγούστου 2010
I close my eyes and dream in red.
My face is pale, my eyes of dark.
The flashing lights going black.
The land of mine has endless time.
A reflection claims another life.
I am so strong, I am so brawn.
A king I am of my own crown.
I taste the freedom when it dies.
Imagination paints all my lies.
Flying flies arise then play,
watching the skies as I lay.
In the deepest blue there is no reason.
It is not here what I call prison,
but in the fates that stand in lines.
A make believe with open eyes.
Myself swirls, swims and turns.
Spirals until my body hurts.
Burns my mind without precausion.
Reality in a twisted motion.
I am where I am not.
I see exactly what I want.
I cannot help but staying more,
because I know that I should not...
My life dissapoints me furthermore.
Παρασκευή, 6 Αυγούστου 2010
Close the door and look away.
Let the footsteps of the past carry you to your former state.
No need to keep the memories.
You don't belong in my world
as I do not in yours.
I'm sorry but I'm not used to getting damaged
nor I shall ever be.
I was not made to be broken,
not in a world that decays by the second,
not where love hurts.
Here is where everything is perfect,
because true perfection lies on imperfection,
because there are no mistakes,
only knowledge in the form of experiance.
You are as frail as a rose.
Reach your beauty at its best,
your full potencial
and the countdown begins,
mortality of mind.
In your personal maze the end is the beginning,
you are circling infinately around nothing.
Its all empty, your life.
I could crush you under my strength.
But I didn't.
I chose to learn from you.
You taught me pain.
Now it will be as if you never met me,
as if you never seen,
your truth is but a lie.
That's all I really mean.
I''ll see you in another life.
Παρασκευή, 9 Απριλίου 2010
I'm sorry for telling you all this, but I would be more sorry if I didn't.
But I'm not sad now, the sorrow was gently washed away by your very presence.
Just the bitterness at the edge of my lips remains and a hole in my heart of an empty promise, empty words...
I'm not alone, just lonely...
A prisoner to a cell of my own device, bound forever to the darkness of my soul.
Guess what, you were my best escape...
Κυριακή, 28 Φεβρουαρίου 2010
Τετάρτη, 17 Φεβρουαρίου 2010
Simera tha kanoume Soupa Avgolemono. Ne kala diavasate! Isaste etimi gia afti tin sinarpastiki sintagi pou eggiite se sas ena pentanostimo ke xortastiko piato? Parte tis katsarolles sas ke ksekiname.
Ilika: 5 Potiria Zomo (apo kotopoullo, kreata i kotozomo), 1 Flintzani Rizi, 5 Krokous avgon, 1/4 Potiri ximo lemoniou, Alati, Piperi.
WARNING: Afta ta ilika ine stixiodis simmasias! Must-have gia to kathe spitiko pou sevete ton eafto tou.
Ektelesi (An ke den m'aresoun oi skotomoi, idika otan prokite gia fagito): Vazete to zomo na vrasi, prostheste to katharismeno rizi ke afiste to na vrasi anakatevontas to kata diastimata mexti na psithi. Meta katevaste tin apo tin fotia. Ktipate tous krokous ton avgon me to lemoni, to alati, to piperi ke prostheste ligo zomo stous krokous xtipontas tous sinexos. (Sas ipa pos den m'aresi i via, ma ti na kanoume, i sintagi prostazi ke emis ekteloume.) Sti sinexia rikste to migma ton avgon sti soupa ke anakatepste to gia ligo. (Den sas emathe kanis na min pezete me to fai sas?) Ean tin thelete afrati, xtipate xorista to aspradi tou avgou ke rikste to sti avgokommeni souppa. (Afto itan bonus.) Anakatepste tin ke servirete tin. (Ke edo ftasame sto pio diskolo ke stixiodi vima aftis tis xronovoras ke akros epikindinis diadikasias, to fagoma.)
Kali oreksi files ke filoi!
Mia souppa toso kala sxediasmeni ap' oles tis ptixes. Ke omos, akolouthontas apla odigies kata gramma gia tin paraskevi tou otidipote, exi os apotelesma afto pou ftiaxnis na min exi psixi. Na min exi tipota apo sena pou to plathis ke tu dinnis zoi. Merikes fores kalo tha itan na apsifoume tus kanones, vazontas tin prosopiki mas sfragida se oti kanoume, me ton diko mas ksexoristo tropo os aneksartita onta.
Δευτέρα, 15 Φεβρουαρίου 2010
Have you ever wondered how disturbing can a reflection in moving waters be?
This is not me. This is not my face.
Do not stare. Do not approach.
It is not safe. It is not real.
I'm scared. I'm terrified.
Where shall this maddened waters push me to?
Unsteady and unpredictable, a slave to their desires.
Do you even recognise me anymore?
I do not.
Help me, I cannot take it.
I plea you don't walk away,
I'm so powerless,
so merciless and cruel...
Stop me, before it's too late.
No one has to get hurt in the end, right?
Now Run! -No, you can't abandon me...
Hide! -I've stayed hidden for too long...
The voices, they never stop...
I do not deserve to live. -But I am not guilty yet.
My thoughts are...
What is the meaning of all this anyway?
Dead End -Or?
Maybe we can work this out.
But only if you stayed by my side...
Τρίτη, 9 Φεβρουαρίου 2010
Red or black the bets are set.
Tie them tight, it has been said...
"The moment they cherished and in the ashes of them a new world perished."
As if what happened was enough to protect the ones that chose to be lost.
Eyes reflecting lies laid on an infinate struggle, as if crawling through a flame,
to purify, to burn the unnesecities.
Those pests amongst the "people".
And god forbid me to say that i am tempted.
The shadow unleashed shall derive the power of creation,
for the acts and deeds depend on its form.
A valiant wisdom, an art of deception?
Attuned to the rhythm of a fluent projection
Who shall lead? Who shall leave?
"Thou hast seen, thou hast been"
Colours are made of colours
as people are made of sins
and sins are made of people,
manmade illusions to keep us spinning between the lines.
A spider that got caught up in the web of its neighbour
is indeed a sad momentum,
building up a continuation of the most bitter-painted truth.
Depictures life's blossom
What if dreams were not ciggarettes?
gradually turning into ash
piling up layer by layer.
"Enjoy" them while they lead you to a new decadence.
Then find the perfect urn for a life's memorial
and blow it all away when the time comes
if the time ever comes,
in this world freedom rarely lasts...
And I envy,
the gentle breeze of the wind
for it carries the ashes into the far away lands i've hoped for,
but im not allowed to...
I feel it, noone said that I had to understand it too.
And if i say i was never tempted to,
I would be a liar
So carry them away...
The places, and the roles of this play have been given.
After all what are we?
If I answer it would be an act of folly, a fools reply
and if i did not, a coward would I be called.
Heros are fools they say,
brainwashed puppets in the hands of masterminds.
All those fights for the ash,
of an anon's dream? - a piece of land.
Missing the breeze that melts and soothes the pain of existance.
Bend me into the given shape, if you can,
thinking does no good after all.
I could believe you if i chose to,
the art of deception...
It can hide true colours, can distort the picture
and in there I can blend in
A farewell to the wind, which i was not allowed to travel with...
Παρασκευή, 22 Ιανουαρίου 2010
Arguments are contradictions.
They contradict what it has been said.
Contrast between differences.
A bridge between two worlds.
And our world is made out of words.
A word is a picture, but a picture is one thousant words.
Not all is reveiled.
Not knowing the hidden mercies of our adversaries, not knowing it's our own selfs we fight.
An inaccurate calculation of the future where dreams and hopes sow their seeds.
The mathematics of a heartache, the possibilities of guilt, but most of all the pain...
"Zaxaroplastis itan o pateras sou? Ise toso glikia..."
"Hey babe, are you tired? Cause you have been running wild in my dreams all night."
"Kleftis itan o pateras sou? Epidi eklepse ola ta asteria tou ouranou ke ta vale sta matia sou."
"Are you from Tenesi? Cause you are the only ten I see."
"Are you ok...? Are you sure? Cause I've seen you falling from the sky, angel..."
"Did you just fart? Babe, you blew me away..."
Πέμπτη, 21 Ιανουαρίου 2010
Τετάρτη, 13 Ιανουαρίου 2010
for my name shall remain unknown.
A cursed life have I chosen,
of a lost lifetime the sour wine I have tasted
and doomed myself to crawl among the strangers.
Twisted is our nature,
the night's dark veil our only guardian
and its creatures we call family.
My time has yet to come.
But my poor fabled soul has awakened.
No, it cannot be.
This melody and the white rose.
Haunting memories of the realm of innoscence.
I cannot restrain myself any longer.
What a majestic moment,
but I shall not witness my victory.
All that shall be left of me,
a coward's bloody rose...
Κυριακή, 10 Ιανουαρίου 2010
Somehow words are never enough,
somehow the meaning gets lost in translation.
Anyone can read words,
the difficult part is reading the silence.
Most people are afraid of the dark,
so few seek its guidance,
so few find its wisdom.
The dark is the unseen,
the silence the unspoken.
The beauty of seeying what your eyes can't see.
To perceive what all your sences fail to.